Got no plans to beat myself up—if I do, I'll use a feather on a scale of weighing heart

[sovay]

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.

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[sovay]

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?

"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*

[selkie]

A Fflam is always ready with an appropriate quote from the canon. [Citation missing]

*hugs*