I did have PLNs to go nowhere and do nothing BUT... we need eggs and there's a postal parcel mystery that I need to go to AusPost Norflakes to unriddle. So I have to go place and do thing to get stuff.
BLEH.
The lit agency with the shortest turnaround has decided to not want fantasy or scifi this fortnight. Three guesses which are my favourite fucking genres?
Yeah. I'm bitter this morrow.
Last night was very nice, and I discovered the appeal of... (drumroll) chicken hearts! They're very nice when slow cooked with garlic and oregano. I'm not under orders to get them immediately, but they are a relatively new source of cheap meat.
And no, our cats don't like them. Tried it once. The little criminals sniffed them once and left them alone. So it's also a food that they won't try to steal. Yay.
So a few seconds after I publish this, I am putting on clothes to go do thing at place.
Story happening after I get back.