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[kittydesade]

There was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had a merry and light heart, and as he was whistling along there came an ugly old woman who said to him, "Good day, dear hunter! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a trifle."

The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present..."

Давным-давно жил-был (?) молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его былo сердце весёлoе и лёгкoе, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала
-Добрый день, [not quite sure on this] охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.
Охотнику бeдную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние продукты вeщи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...
-Выслушайте меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок...


Not very much today, and I should go through the three notes I still have and fill those in, but it's progress! And it is getting easier. So fuck you, caterpillars. And in retrospect, translating the fairy tales is probably one of the best things for me to do ever, to practice this.

Slowly knocking down shit to do off my list. After a good night's sleep and a morning of exercise and talking it over with folks it is getting easier to think, okay, I still need to do these paperwork-y things. Today on the list, a couple of phone calls in the morning, one in the afternoon, and then that's it until evening when I might take the Aunt by the house, or end up just hanging out and talking plans for stuff with the boy. Which reminds me, I need to decide if all that pokeberry needs to go or only some of it, and keep the rest for dyes. Although it's pretty much a damn weed and all over the place. Maybe the one in the front that may or may not be on our functional property can stay and the rest of them can go. And then I need to talk to the aunt today about finding a hardware store to get copies of the keys made for her and Elf Lord.

See, Jag, how much of a difference a good night's sleep makes? And doing your exercises and so on. Probably it's doing the exercises, though my sleep schedule has been more erratic than it should be lately. Also sister courtesans helping my brainworms untangle. Stupid brainworms.

On the plus side, my weight is back down to what it was pre-Dragon*Con and pre-eating a bunch of crap food and then getting sick so I couldn't exercise. Bonus crappy points for it dropping down onto my lungs so I couldn't exercise for twice as long even though I felt fine otherwise. Stupid asthma. But then again I also only gained a couple of pounds from what I was pre-Dragon*Con, and that's still lower than I have been, so the downward creep continues. Definitely a creep, but the numbers are going the right way. And now that I've kicked myself into getting back in my exercise routine, hopefully the muscle mass will be going the right way too. Ugh. It's so damn hard to pick up the exercise habit again when things you could do previously feel like such a chore again.

Right. Let's start knocking shit off my to-do list. I've actually done a reasonable job so far, so let's see how I do over the next few hours. .... also, if anyone has an idea for a name for this house, offer it up? I keep drawing a blank. Other than Wayne Manor, because you know that road sign for the Bat Cave that floats around the internet? Yeah, I live near that.