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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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.