Got no plans to beat myself up—if I do, I'll use a feather on a scale of weighing heart
My godchild said I looked amazing in this picture, so I'm sharing it. We now have matching Sir Fabulous T-shirts.

There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when
choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.

There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when

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Fig-jam ones sound really lovely.
P.
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*hugs*
Fig-jam ones sound really lovely.
My only problem is I want to eat them with some kind of goat or sheep's milk cheese!
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I can quite see why goat or sheep's milk cheese seems like a natural companion to those hamantaschen.
P.
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I've got to say, I've never seen you side by side with their more mature facial features, or maybe it's the particular camera angle, but I had a keystone from arch moment and now I am going to bed knowing I was right about something I saw once a long time ago. I mean, I was wrong in that way such things often seem wrong at the minute, but the payoff happened? I am going to BED.
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"He saw, too, a turbulent stream with a great boulder in the middle of it. On the boulder lay Fflewddur's harp, which played of itself as the wind stirred the strings."
*hugs*
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*hugs*
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Thank you. There has been little flannel in my wardrobe since fifth grade, but I have become extremely partial to this shirt.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
. . . I am not sure they would survive being mailed across the continent in person, but in the same way as internet hugs, I would totally offer you internet hamantashn.
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I expect you're right, but I appreciate the thought and I shall happily accept internet hamantashn!
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Yeah, how did that go?
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They woke up at 9:40 and were on Zoom at 10:04 and we dragged them in chains the whole way over an ant-hill covered in honey.
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Playing in the background until such time, please God, as it is no longer needed.
They woke up at 9:40 and were on Zoom at 10:04 and we dragged them in chains the whole way over an ant-hill covered in honey.
This differs from the usual morning routine how?
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[in short there was more child screaming, because joint custody child was also having to get on the meeting and they were amping off each other, and just now trying to feed them lunch I learned they had learned A New Word from joint custody child!]
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Thank you! They seem to have taken to the rest of Minority Monsters (2017), too, which delights me and mildly stresses their mama.
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How did that come up? (Has it changed since our vernacular?)
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It remains a three-syllable word starting with C. Edit: and this word is nowhere in Minority Monsters and should not deter anyone from the book!
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Jeez. Adolescence has truly begun.
I could teach them Latin equivalents instead?
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They have a much more acute fashion sense than I can remember at that age!
(Thank you.)
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Thank you. So am I.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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I have just come back from a long walk; we stayed out until we could see the moon, and it was worth it. She shifted from coppery-pink to rose-gold to lemon to silver and ohmygod I have seen the hare in the moon for the first time and I LOVE IT.
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Thank you.
The shifted from coppery-pink to rose-gold to lemon to silver and ohmygod I have seen the hare in the moon for the first time and I LOVE IT.
Oh, that sounds wonderful. Long may the tinners' rabbits run.