Watched TV, made cinnamon buns.
9605 words on Part II, no progress on fic.
Thousands of words on my childhood and upbringing though, which for whatever reason I’m not posting here, but mOm’s seen it.
Suzanne will be here today.
Month: November 2022
The artist falling into a black hole
and yes, that’s an Among Us figure saying “UM”
The return of the catfather
Buster was waiting on the back stairs for Jeff upon his return, which made for a pleasant moment. Jeff has recovered from the grab bag of indignities that ferry travel subjects him to. Before his arrival I managed to get all the food containers and compostable trash dealt with so the kitchen wasn’t armpit high in trash.
Buster Boy
Buster slept in my room. I thrashed in my sleep and booted him off the bed so he hid in the closet. Then this morning he walked straight to his wet food dish and he didn’t even glare at me, just made it perfectly clear that he’d keep vigil there until I gave him wet food. So I did.
I hope everyone enjoys their day. I’ve got a few things planned.
9328 words Part II
2166 new fic