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Bleargh. It's Friday! Yay! I have birthday monies from my Mom! YAY! We have a mail order sale coming! .... Yay? I mean, I can see the logic, we're not pulling in the mail order business to which we would like to become accustomed. Or even much at all. But mail order sales also tend to mean nothing but work gets done at work, which means I'd better bust my butt and make progress on some of the things I'm working on so I don't have to work at that point. And batch cook, just in case. I have no idea if the slump is due to the economy, at which point there's not much we can do about it, or other things we can do something about. Or something.

Apparently the secret to making fruit-flavored water is to put maybe a teaspoon of whatever fruit juice you want in a quart or so of water and shake it up real good. Because there was probably a teaspoon of fruit juice left in this bottle when the boy filled it with water and it still tastes like fruit. Unfortunately I'm one of those rare people who prefers water, and hates all this flavored water bullcrap. Maybe if I rinse it out a few more times it'll taste like normal water.

I also kind of need to check in. Maybe this afternoon. And there's two blog posts I need to do today so, mm. I guess today's intent is to draft Gods and Monsters as quickly as possible, do those two blog posts, and then this weekend I'll have for White Lightning, Sandborn, and Black Ice. As well as cleaning things and weeding things and gardening and tidying and so on.

It's Friday. Again. It's also my birthday on Sunday. Again. Time keeps crawling on and I never know where the hell it's all gone. On the other hand, I can't exactly say I don't enjoy the time I've had, or regret the things I've done? I'm enjoying myself. So I guess I can't really feel that bad about time passing. It's been well spent.

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So, I was going to get some Russian done today for the first time since ever, but since I forgot my dictionary at home again, unless someone has some Russian for me to translate (always possible) I'm SOL. And why did I forget my dictionary at home?

Well, first of all, Elf Lord called to say that Aunt was sick with a mild bug and wouldn't be coming in today, so he'd come 'pool in with me in 10 or so. So, okay, fair enough, I water the afternoon plans and the boy's still up so he comes with me, and I say, hey, come around back with me, I'll show you the onions. Because of how he said the onions looked pretty dry and dead and wouldn't grow and I was all "Weeeell. Let's just see about that." And lo, there are green shoots. So I showed him the onions and we discussed the tomatoes, all but maybe 2 to 4 of which are growing. (We have, like, 18 plants. He bought them. He does not know how many tomatoes a plant makes. I need to investigate canning, perhaps.) And we were discussing this when we heard from towards the front of the house the unmistakeable sound of a car crash. If you've ever heard a car crash, or been in one, you know what that sounds like. It really is unmistakeable.

We ran around to the front of the house. I didn't see it at first, I saw a black truck stopping and starting, trundling on down the road, I thought for a second it had hit one of the recycling bins that someone had left by the curb, but it wasn't that. As we walked down the street (past three people who were giggling and running the other direction, still not sure what that was about) we saw more of it, one white car that as far as anyone I talked to could tell, had been parked there for a while. Front end about 3/4 caved in. Further down there was a truck with two sizable dents, grinding noises whenever the guy tried to start it up and move it, and the driver (at least he acted he'd been the driver) sort of tottering from house to house. He said he was looking for the owner of the white car. Nobody believed him, the only reason I didn't automatically disbelieve him was because I didn't see the impact itself. People called the police, one nice neighbor who I met but who I don't know what house she lived in, at least, and I took down license plate numbers just in case, and we all stood around as three cop cars and a fire truck came up. Testimony was taken, I assume, I don't know. No cops approached me so I headed out to work. I'll probably stop by the police station a couple doors down later today.

I'm just exhausted. I treated myself to a smoothie and chocolate croissant from the amazing bakery down the street, work is relatively mild, and I'm still exhausted. I want to go home and curl up with comforting things. And write. And garden. And spin. And not do anything I have to do. Or maybe just sleep all weekend. Mostly I just want things to get easier and less stressful, and I know that's not going to happen, and I know I have work to do, but. Can I curl up somewhere and cry for a bit?

(Answer: Maybe, but after I get my work done.)

At any rate. I still intend to get some writing and language work done today. I got one blog post done, now it's just Gods and Monsters and German, and maybe finishing up another blog post on characters. Day job stuff, check in at the cop shop, maybe call up Mom towards the end of the day and cry all over her. Because unlike a lot of my friends' parents, that actually does help me. My mom's awesome. And I meant to call her and thank her for the birthday monies anyway.

Appropriately enough Man Up just came up on Spotify, so let's get shit done. I can build in time for relaxing and collapsing later in the afternoon.