Certainly day of the rest. I should be getting on with my WIP, I should spare some time to summarise a chapter at minimum, and maybe even tag a week of fics for the app.
Except the Morbs are giving me the Dunwannas. BLEH.
Beloved is mildly pissed with me since I bullied her stiff arm into pliability with a quick stropping tutorial and a handful of Deep Heat. She despises Deep Heat because it both smells and burns, and she was cussing about it being super efficacious.
Neither of us have stiff arms any more.
I owe a few reviews to the Tale Foundry peeps, and a daily tale, and the meme over on the Fediverse [link in the menu].
So let's get on with that.