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Garage cleaned and prepped for delivery of concrete bags later in week, henna soaking my hair for an hour and a half, dogs both excited by unfamiliar activity...

All errands finished. Will not have to leave house all weekend.

*crawls onto couch with book*

Oh, okay. So the problem is Comcast, not me.

(She says, after restarting desktop AND routers...)

Good stuff has happened today, but I'm still feeling scraped-dry and on the trembling edge of despair.

Maybe I should just crawl into a book and forget about working.

What if jolene sang a song back to dolly parton like ‘dolly, dolly, dolly, doh-leeeeeee: he is an ugly fuck of a bastard hell no’

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"They’re desperately signaling for anyone to come, calling down hell on their tormentor." freethoughtblogs.com/pharyngul

Time to slather on some sunscreen and go for a run.

"It certainly is a game which provides a great range…but what can it do for children?" aspiringhalfling.com/2018/06/2

*sings*

Read a little Caesar,
Play a little WoW,
Ignore the news!
Ignore the news!

Took Odd for a walk. Found a struggling bee on hot pavement, carried her to a shaded flower. She seemed to appreciate that.

Decided to take today off since I pushed hard to finish revisions yesterday. Brushed B, spent an hour at the piano.

Now what?

Well, I'm vertical. Mostly. Let's go find some coffee.

Finished revisions ahead of schedule. Took dogs for walk. I can take the rest of the afternoon off, right?

Possibly related: just found my shirt was on inside-out.

Sixty more pages of revisions. I need eyeliner, and more coffee.

Today's run: sunshine, bees, omg more bees, Miss B trying to kill me, yet more bees, and all of a sudden three seasons of HOOD show up inside my head, already structured.

Huh.