real life

I'm moderating the Promptcast Stream as I type. Keeping an eye on the chat as I work on this or that.

I finished the thing for the Promptcast and I don't need to fret about offerings to the Archive since they're on a little sabbatical this week.

So now all I need to worry about is the other four Madlib Query Letters, today's story, and maybe keeping the chat orderly.

My brain is fogging hard because stress. I had a fever in the wee small hours of last night, and I am battling something that makes the small of my back and my innards ache. Not fun. Probably related to anxiety. May be related to a need to restock my gut bacteria. I don't know.

I'll endure until I have enough moneys to deal with it well enough. It is, at least, endurable.

Onwards to the fiction.

We are still fine. We can manage. I want that out in the open. Nevertheless, a minor financial hiccough is making me anxious. I have faith. There will be a PLN. We have enough.

Today's Leyland's Tour includes Costco, Bunnings, and Aldi.

I also have bread happening today and tomorrow. Huzzah.

I've seen to a litterbox, I've measured out ingredients, I have an idea of how to sally forth and continue. Today. Tomorrow is a little bit more vague.

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I am taking a day of ease, today. Step one: do the daily tale. Step two: faff around with games. Probably working with the QPP on Hytale.

I've been learning independently on that but not nearly fast enough. Bleh.

Of course I'm still babying my ankle, but the good news is that it is only hurting on one side. Improvement? I don't freaking know.

But I only have to ice one area and I am taking that win.

Onwards to the fantastical.