Dear Diary

I filtered out most of the dishwashing from the "right wing" of the kitchen countertop. I've yet to filter out the useful stuff before literally sweeping up the rubbish and cleaning that space.

I may also be working on the "I dunno" pile in the spare room.

I have looked over the prompts for the Promptcast and not one of the winning prompts is tickling my muse's interest/

The prompts:

1. Concept: A character receives a mysterious textbook with knowledge beyond the curriculum.

I sorted through the last container of random things. We're down to floor scrattle, tall shelves and debate about varying material wealth left unseen in various corners.

No room for corners, any more.

I've reached the end of my ability to work on the Promptcast thing, so it's edit and then submit. With apologies for the brevity. Unfucking an entire house and making it ready for four people and a cat is... time consuming. Who knew?

But progress IS being made. Huzzah.

I got a few things in the way, true, but they're reachable.

Meanwhile, my lovelies are rearranging the kitchen. This is just as much hell as you might imagine. On the other hand, I did get to turn the awkward corner near the cooktop into a one-stop hydration, medication, and caffeination station. I am taking what wins I can.

Fingers crossed, I get the entire spare room to a point of decluttered that my lovelies can take over.

Story when and if

I have sorted through The Pile(tm) and now there are two areas remaining in the spare room that need dealing with. I must clear a path to the built-in wardrobe, sort through the built-in wardrobe, then tackle the piles on the other side of the bed in there.

Working on the Promptcast thing at some point could happen. It might. I just need to get the important stuff done before I sit down to commit literature.

Needs must to be done.

I skipped out of unfucking yesterday. Minor depressive episode that manifested in the intense need for a nap. Understandable, since I've been doing a majority of rearrangements on my only and it feels like I'm the only person doing anything.

I know bloody well that there's rearrangements happening in Brizvegas as Adorable's crew are sifting through their accumulated scrattle with an eye to what moves versus what's bought new because that stuff's just a better freaking idea.

I'm gonna scoop up all

I'm moderating the story stream today, so that's four hours or so booked from my day.

Achievement: Recorded the last chapters of A Devil's Tale for Adorable.

Experiment: Attempted to mix Bird Crumble stuff and mealworms for Bird Cake. Results - the Magpie Mafia demanded proper mealworms.

I shall have to learn how to do bird food properly.

All the better to placate the Magpie Mafia.

Editing ADT has to wait until we can capture Luna, which allegedly gives me time to

Achievement complete - sorting a literal cartload of books between keep, chuck, and donate.

Next on my agenda - The Pile(tm)

When there was no room on or under the desk for my culch, it spilled onto The Pile(tm). And then it became a dumping ground for Other Stuff.

I am going to have such fun [/sarcasm]

And then there's the cupboard of Memorabillia. Sigh. I don't know how much I'll be allowed to keep ;_;

Onwards and onwards...

There's a lot more culch than I thought there was. A situation not at all helped by the fact that I needed to go on a supply run that included a trip to find long warm socks and slippers so I can keep my fetlocks and toesies warm in the new Nerd Cave.

Which, you might expect, wore me the fuck out.

I am now rested and refreshed. My lovelies are awake and I don't need to fret about waking them. I