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![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.
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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!]