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thanateCraftster is full of soup recipes, which seem like an excellent idea on a rainy late fall postal holiday such as today. I need to get to the grocery store, as I am running out of important soup things such as potatoes and cubed chicken. Still plenty of winter squash, and we keep the house cool enough that I hope it will be good for another month or two at least in the pantry, but more of it wouldn't be bad to have either. Also, I need to break out the pumpkin saw and see if it does a better job of rendering large squash into manageable pieces than the carving knife.
One of the somewhat distressing side-effects of NaNo is an increased tendency to hit "apple-S" on auto-pilot while typing, which is less helpful in, say, a web situation than a text document.
The honey-eaters at the aquarium seem to be thriving in the Kookaburra cage, and I am now approved to wash down the floors and balconies without supervision. We also re-potted a plant whose pot was full of cockroaches; that was a bit interesting... I posit a war between the roaches and the mice (both of whom infest the backs of the immersive terrestrial exhibits; this is an unavoidable difficulty with having to feed the free-range animals) in which the roaches appear to be winning.
My novel has gotten tangled up in too much history: carved stone blocks (which one may not copy, for fear of rearranging the world) in the Jungle, and a mainly very dull travel narrative, enlivened by our ex-snake prince's commentary, and perhaps the fact that the writer is about to get himself nearly killed. Unfortunately, I can't kill him off entirely, as he needs to write the rest of the book.
One of the somewhat distressing side-effects of NaNo is an increased tendency to hit "apple-S" on auto-pilot while typing, which is less helpful in, say, a web situation than a text document.
The honey-eaters at the aquarium seem to be thriving in the Kookaburra cage, and I am now approved to wash down the floors and balconies without supervision. We also re-potted a plant whose pot was full of cockroaches; that was a bit interesting... I posit a war between the roaches and the mice (both of whom infest the backs of the immersive terrestrial exhibits; this is an unavoidable difficulty with having to feed the free-range animals) in which the roaches appear to be winning.
My novel has gotten tangled up in too much history: carved stone blocks (which one may not copy, for fear of rearranging the world) in the Jungle, and a mainly very dull travel narrative, enlivened by our ex-snake prince's commentary, and perhaps the fact that the writer is about to get himself nearly killed. Unfortunately, I can't kill him off entirely, as he needs to write the rest of the book.
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