Dear Diary

The Internet is So Slow

It's not fair. I only just got used to the relative breakneck speed of the NBN and now flood season has firkin ruined it with moisture adulterating the signal. I can barely get my normal shit done.

Good news: We have meat to satiate my little darlings' need for variety.

Bad news: It all needs packing up.

Good news: I have the gigantic crochet hook for my gaseous project.

Bad news: I have to go hunting for a really big ball of twine now.

Good news: I have something for this week's Wordpress Wednesday

Bad news: I still have to write it.

Chaos' bus schedule has altered for the afternoon, which means I have to go fetch Mayhem after she arrives home. Gives me more time to write random things, I guess.

Onwards!

Oh, it's All So Nice...

There's an old comedy song and, like most old comedy songs, it hasn't aged well. I don't remember all of it because I have a mind like a steel seive, but the chorus has stuck with me.

Oh, it's all so nice in the nuthouse/ All alone in me little padded cell/ Oh it's all so nice in the nuthouse/ And the doctors and the nurses treat me well...

Today... promises to be one of those days where I wish someone else

Hello the Clusterfuck

Beloved hasn't done shit for the taxes save for printing their information, so now it's up to me to do the thing. Before Friday.

Fortunately, the local accountants are amenable and I have an appointment early tomorrow so I can get this shiznit out of the way ASAP.

Come next financial year, I am pestering Beloved to get things over with before their weekends are eaten alive by the Melbourne Cup Monster.

Things to look forward to - a new episode of

Yes!

The internet is back up despite the sogginess of the atmosphere, so my best guess is some form of minor corrosion has reconnected the points. One would think that an internet system would be built to ameliorate minor flooding, or major flooding. Especially in a land where droughts and flooding rain are a cyclical thing.

...but here we are, I guess.

Followers of my Plot Kittens File will note that there's another plot kitten and another exerpt waiting your eager eyes. The

Not Much Data

The weather has knocked out my usual internet connection. You read that right. A system initially designed to survive the Nuclear Holocaust has been knocked out by water getting into the connections.

Real life sucks.

So. In order to actually get today's tale out into the world, I'm currently using phone data to transmit.

The effort to not procrastinate is intense, y'all. I'm not succeeding that great at it either.

When my Instant is done, I get back to the shittier side

I made it another week

Critical Role will be live in five hours. I hope to be able to view it. That gives me five hours to do my Instant, write one thousand words, and generally make sure my meat suit is fed and healthy.

This whilst experiencing intermittent internet problems for some reason.

First diagnostic revealed that I was hooked up to the wrong wifi. Fingers crossed that that is all that's wrong with my connection.

I have my phone, so if things go very south,

Thursday Already?

I can deal with that.

I've started taking Magnesium because I have no other explanation as to why I'm constantly out of energy.

Good news (for me) I finally got the Taako's School mysterious package and I already stalled on the first [orange feather] puzzle.

My process:

Listen to all the Stone of Farspeech messages I could find [Did anyone else find Magic Brian's answerphone message inside the box?] and thus get spoiled for the ending.
Realise that the SoF had letters

It's working...

Positive attitude works a little bit. I was able to focus on getting my shit done as planned. I ran out of energy to play, but I got all my nonse done. Huzzah.

I'm back down to the heavier end of 77 kilos, and lower than my previous low before this week's hike up to 78. So now I have hope that I can do the thing and get back to my previous low of 72, and perhaps get to my goal

I'm Happy

I got to see the new Doctor on the big screen. A little too uncomfortably close to the big screen, but I saw it and I'm happy. Jodie Whittaker is going to be brilliant, I can feel it.

I got to have some sushi last night. Some had chilli sauce on it, but I regret little else bar seeing the lighter side of seventy-eight kilos again. That's what happens when you have too many carbs. But I got some delicious foods and

First Monday

It's the first Monday back to school, and the kids were actually organised. Huzzah. Which means the last quarter hour of this morning is free for blogging and getting organised.

Unfortnuately, I also have to untangle the slings and arrows of the carers' allowance and I need Beloved to supply things like income details. The good news is that I made an account with the Government so I can at least sort this out a little easier come next time.

The

Sunday!

Another school semester is about to begin. Keeping my little darlings on the regular daylight cycle has been a trial, this week. Enforcing bedtime tonight is promising to be a bigger trial :P

The soup is at the final stage before adding vegetables: Getting all the bones out of it.

Slow boiling has divorced the meat from the bones we used to make the broth, so now we have to scoop up solid matter from the pot and pick the bones out

This Not-So-Little Piggy...

We have gone the whole hog. Purchased an entire pig. It's all in chops and we just spent a majority of the morning separating all of it into serving-sized portions for the ravenous horde.

It's knocked a hole in our budget, for sure, but we'll be spending less in the long run this way.

Tonight, though, there is going to be a lovely pork soup. We've taken the bones out of a lot of our chops for ease of the grill press,

The Aftermath

I was careful with my cheat treats, yesterday. Staying in moderation means that I don't start the day with a massive asthma attack or a set of digits doing their Thick Snag Impersonation.

I am going REAL strict. Waiting as long as I can before having my salty broth. My beverage of choice is going to be filtered water.

We've already had our feast this week, so dinner is likely to be something wholesome and good according to the new regime. It

Forty-Six!

I'm one year away from singing that aria from Pirates of Penzance. You know the one. Ruth sings about being forty-seven in a world where men all want 17YO brides [gross!].

In other news, I am posting up Well Rendered just as soon as I finish up this blog entry. Last tweaks and then it's off to the races. So to speak.

I get the gift of watching my 'sales' spike for a free short story. Hopefully, it's enough to inspire a

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow, I am forty-six.

Tomorrow, I'm posting Well Rendered for free up on Smashwords as my gift to all of y'all for supporting me in your own way throughout the years.

Tomorrow, I find out what my dear darling family has planned for me. Though I suspect it will be an evening out and that's pretty much it.

Tomorrow, MeMum is going to ring and sing at me :D Which is the highlight of the day to be honest.

And tomorrow, I

Menu

A 3653-post collection

The Internet is So Slow

Oh, it's All So Nice...

Hello the Clusterfuck

Yes!

Not Much Data

I made it another week

Thursday Already?

It's working...

I'm Happy

First Monday

Sunday!

This Not-So-Little Piggy...

The Aftermath

Forty-Six!

Tomorrow!