My lovelies should be on their way. I'm all dressed up and ready to go on an epic quest for stuff and things. Which includes some asthma meds because breathing is good.
It's going to be an expensive week, and not just because of the meds. We need to stock up on this, that, the other, and mandatory mealworms for the Magpie Mafia.
They have Butcher Bird goons, now. Word has got out that we are soft touches. Now whenever I step forth from the front door, the Magpie Mafia is waiting.
They were most upset when I dared venture out with garbage for the bins.
My lovelies are here and I now await the emptying of the car so I can take off. I may or may not work on some fiction in betwixt then and now.