quiet work

I’m continuing to find small areas to clean up and dejunk; got rid of all the kitchen pens that don’t work, always a satisfying activity. Practiced on various instruments; tried to do a small shop but visited the bank instead; hung out with Paul and fed him a toasted ciabatta with chopped cooked asparagus and bacon, jalapeƱo havarti and sweet onion. He pronounced it tolerably edible and dragged away another piece of bacon like a damned dog to eat separately.

Fic’s up to 9500 words. I’m going to dab every trope on that damned bingo card, see if I don’t.

Finally got hold of the doc, now I have to check the req is there.