The Grape Escape

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Business First: Draft2Digital this evening has let me know that The Fey Duology is available from Kobo.

. . . and, indeed, it is listed here

No, I have no idea what's going on
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Today, in my capacity as General Factotum and Cat Mom, I have retrieved from under the bed and the bureau, thirteen springs and one floofy pink ball.

I went to Marden's and purchased half-a-yard of material that I hope will form the basis of a future embroidery project. I also topped off the gas tank, and stopped at Hannaford for a smol run of supplies -- wherein lies a tale.

One of the things in my smol run of groceries was a plastic cup of grapes, so-called KidSnaks. As I was putting my stuff on to the conveyor at the cashier's station, the cup of grapes staged a Thrilling EScape, darting from the cart to the floor, where the cup exploded and grapes went everywhere.

Surprisingly enough, I did not swear. But I did say, "Well, there's a tragedy," as I creakily began to bend over to gather up the carnage.

And the guy behind me said, "I'll pick those up for you, ma'am." And so he did, putting all the escapees back into the cup, and standing up to hand it to me. "If that's the only thing goes wrong today, we're both lucky!" he said.

I thanked him and waved him ahead of me, since he only had two beers and a pizza, and I was discommoded. Besides, who am I to stand between a helpful person and their well-earned treat?

When it was my turn with the cashier, I explained what happened, and she told me that I didn't want those grapes, took the cup out of my hand, and dispatched "Ben," to "go get this lady another cup of grapes, please." And so it was done.

I have not got any reading of Trade Lanes done today, so that will be tomorrow's task. Right now, since I'm finished retrieving springs, I'm going to go make the bed.

Everybody have a good evening. I'll check back in tomorrow.