SNAFU

I'm getting some of my work done before I'm meant to be up and about this morning. It just makes sense.

I had a scrum day, yesterday. There wasn't a moment to stop until firkin midday when the temperature in my office was too much to bear. So I had to go do everything in the bedroom and it was pure luck that I got it all done.

I am trying to get all the Patreon stuff posted as soon as I

Here's how it went:

1. Write Instant story
2. Do the advertising for same
3. Go out to Bunnings and find a door
4. Wrestle door into tiny car
5. Get door to destination
6. Door too small >:(

Good thing I neglected to throw away the receipt and we can firkin sort out things today.

This time, we're measuring the doorway, taking those stats with us, and finding a door with a window in it for that.

Beloved and I.

Because my car is firkin tiny and theirs

This is one year where Miss Chaos hasn't expressed a desire to go out and demand treats or threaten tricks, so I'm not calling any last-second attention to it. We'll be going dark this year. Not that anyone has ever attempted to get stuff from us in the first place.

Mayhem is sick again. He blames standing out in the rain that one time. I'm suspicious that he might not be taking his gall bladder meds even when he says he is.

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 had a nice day of sloth. Alas, it got a little ruined by the fact that Mayhem's tummy troubles have returned and I never did see that higher-level quack about the magic medicine(tm).

Which Beloved yelled at me about.

Nevermind that Mayhem was effectively cured for a fucking fortnight. Or said he was cured.

The caveat to this is that the higher-level quack doesn't like operating outside of school hours, so it'll be a couple of weeks until we get

I could no longer sleep in the wee small, this morning. And, apparently, neither could the kids. I caught Mayhem playing one of his many FPS games, and Chaos talking to herself in her bedroom.

So I really caught them out, and made them help in the house.

Mayhem claims that he has no idea what to do when he wakes up early and, of course, I called him out on his horseshit. I'm apparently supposed to write a list of things

I should have posted my Patreon stuff yesterday, but the distraction of being a lazy goldbrick got in my way. So I made myself post it this morning.

Yay.

And I can't help thinking that I skipped a week. Can't fathom how or when that happened. Nobody talks to me about this stuff. Even MeMum has stopped bothering me about the tardy stuff.

Autumn has more or less officially begun. Translated - I have put on Jeans for the first time this

It's Valentine's Day. The day to celebrate love in all its forms. Familial, platonic, romantic... it's all in there somewhere. And it's time to give something to someone you love. Your time, your care, a kiss... it's all good.

And remember to care for yourself as well. Loving who you are is just as important as loving the one you're with. So make that self-love official. Treat yourself. Get yourself a li'l somethin-somethin that makes your day just that little smidge brighter.

The story you just saw posted should have been posted before the one that links to the most recent of my tales.

I simply forgot to make sure it had posted.

Derpity derpity doo.

This is a change in schedule for me and, like all changes in schedule, it messes me up. And I'll be messed up again when the change is over and I get back to what once was. Huzzah.

With all going well, despite the heatwave, the tortuous humidity,