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Packing, explosions, and other tales by the hearth
A tree exploded in the back lot a couple minutes ago, waking Mozart and sending me out of my chair with a flashback to January 1998. The lights are dancing a tango as I type this, egged on by tweeps from the UPS units.
I am packed for Boskone, since we're leaving for the train directly I get off work tomorrow. If it ain't in there, it ain't going, and a good thing, too; if my bag was any fuller, it would bust a seam.
Wherever you are, I hope it's where you want to be; that you're safe and warm and dry and content in the people you love.
See you on the flipside.
Progress on Longeye:
38474 / 100000 words.
38% done!
I am packed for Boskone, since we're leaving for the train directly I get off work tomorrow. If it ain't in there, it ain't going, and a good thing, too; if my bag was any fuller, it would bust a seam.
Wherever you are, I hope it's where you want to be; that you're safe and warm and dry and content in the people you love.
See you on the flipside.
Progress on Longeye:
38% done!
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Liam
Round guy, Jayne hat
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I'll miss you! Have fun settling in to your new home.
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Have fun at Boskone!