Standing still is a nuisance

[sovay]

I am extraordinarily tired, but I do not regret any of the fruitcakes for which rushthatspeaks and I chopped the traditional quantities of dried and candied fruit tonight, nor the Christmas tree that I got with my parents earlier in the evening, nor the bagel with sturgeon on it that I ate for lunch, which was indeed better with butter than with cream cheese. I spent a decent amount of the day moving around in the sunlight: I was particularly fond of the apricot-bronze of the late afternoon. I had onigiri and lemon cookies. I ran into someone I had hoped never to see again and was not recognized because I was masked at the time. I am three or four chapters into Dick Francis' Enquiry (1969) and feeling more than a little mentally AWOL, but it has been an objectively good day.

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[sovay]

I was going to go to bed but for you one always has time for a midnight snack. As long as it’s high in blood, bones, protein, you know.

Aw. I was just considering a rice cake myself.

(I do not need you to eat anyone. We sat in the car until they had driven off. They really did not recognize me. Which was on some level ridiculous—it's not as though the rest of me has changed—but on the other perhaps characteristic. My mother said encouragingly, "It's good for trauma desensitization.")

[selkie]

*hugs*
A) My initial complete bafflement based on basic visuals gave way to “it figures”
B) your mother is actually right
C) *mumble mumble process mutter hiss trauma grumble snarl nearest Dumpster* I don’t eat carrion. It gives me a fussy tumtum.