*muffled cursing from the next room*

Listening to drifty, zero beats per minute music is helping my neck let go, which is good, bc I have a pain in my neck about two vertebrae down from my head. I better not get a headache from this, I have had more than enough of those this year.

I’m knitting an almost-BSOD-blue hooded duster for my friend nyyki, who needs to get back on DW, dagnabbit. I miss her.

I paused the knitting today to have tasty Cajun pasta and fried catfish and beignets with Ghost, because it’s been exactly 13 years since we did the whole marriage thing, and I’m starting to find it impressive that people celebrate 25 and 50 years of this stuff. It’s a lot of freaking work! Sustained for multiple decades! And to even make it to 50 years you have to know yourself really well right in your 20’s, which sounds utterly fake. How. How.

The friend-of-a-friend got back to me about the book, which yay, so I’m going to go pick that up in a couple days, plus part of Bat’s scent collection that has been in a storage unit for an indeterminate length of time, which friend says I can have since she doesn’t want to sort through them and figure out if they’re still any good. Yay for being known as the perfume rehabilitator, I guess?

Life continues to bop along, at a pace I can mostly keep up with. Love y’all. Sweet dreams.