The soldiers standing and the roots twist underneath

Today was overtaken by an entirely unnecessary amount of medical drama and I am still pettily resentful that a film I had looked forward to for months didn't run on TCM this weekend after all, but I am the farthest thing imaginable from a big-name fan and therefore I find it pretty neat that the fic I wrote a week ago now has the highest number of kudos of anything of mine on AO3. It probably helps that it is in a supermassive fandom, but still. I write this stuff on an average of slightly less than once a year. The best thing that can be said for the rest of the day is that selkie sent a care package and Autolycus slept in the small of my back. My mother has nine monarchs in chrysalis from the milkweed in her back yard and I keep wanting to name them out of Zelazny.