They made a circle out of sage and gold

[sovay]

It is my birthday. I am forty years old, which makes me the age of a character in an unpublished novel when their life changes all ways for the better, which I would enjoy as an omen: a second plague celebration was definitely not on the docket last year. I woke to a card from my godmother and a package from selkie and a book from my parents. With any luck this wandering cloud-slipping sun will hold long enough for us to get to the sea, as I have been promised. I am still here and especially these days that should count for something.

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[selkie]

You, gentlethem, are a national treasure and I love you with all my considerable vastness. And also, here's to the novel becoming published while I'm still forty.

(If I had known Spatch would hold the parcel for today, I would have put a note in it instead of hucking it at the mail carrier at what counts for me as high speed! I hope it works.)

[sovay]

You, gentlethem, are a national treasure and I love you with all my considerable vastness. And also, here's to the novel becoming published while I'm still forty.

*hugs*

Af tselokhes. I wouldn't leave the Scholomance without you, either.