"...and all those things that you taught me to fear; I've got them in my garden now..."

Rain continues, and there is not enough lab work to merit going in. Rain, rain!

My internet search skills are lacking; I fail to find either useful info on food-grade resins, or any pictoral evidence of SCA-period samplers (ie, what Tudor/Elizabethan embroidered fonts ought to look like.) However, my doll wig has shipped, so it should turn up in a few days. I contemplate massacring a barbie to make sure the way I'm thinking of cutting it will actually work.

The cat is being bloodthirsty and wanting to eat dwarves. Presumably Sherry will manage to restrain it.

Now that I have a free day, there are FAR TOO MANY things that I want to do with it. Which usually leads to me contemplating all of them and not finishing anything. We shall see.

of course, now I don't want to go to work tomorrow, either.

Chapter 23, clocking in at 2.5k. or something like that. If only I'd achieved anything more today. Or the wireless actually worked. Sigh.

At any rate, whenever I next have the oportunity to write things (um... maybe friday? or sunday evening?) I get to re-invent the mouse-pythia of Delphi. I have no idea what it was I did with her last time. Although the scene did include mention of who & where Aladdin's parents were. Which, of course, is all tied in to how this mess got started in the first place.