A word, in several parts: part one
Part one sees me snapping at Miss Lindzey--who I love greatly--multiple times this morning, and feeling bad each time and still doing it again. I'm not sure why. I think it's a combination of my finger, me being an ass, and something-else-which-I-cannot-yet-name. That thing will be the second or at least a later part of the word, I'm sure.
Having completed the task of dinner with the mostly-conservative side of my family, I only have myself, a book, and a possibly-broken finger to keep me company tonight. A good book, though! Actually, I've finished two today. The first two in the Wizard of Earthsea series by Le Guin. Decent, though I liked the first the best.
It hurts to shift with an injured pinky.
To be continued.
Having completed the task of dinner with the mostly-conservative side of my family, I only have myself, a book, and a possibly-broken finger to keep me company tonight. A good book, though! Actually, I've finished two today. The first two in the Wizard of Earthsea series by Le Guin. Decent, though I liked the first the best.
It hurts to shift with an injured pinky.
To be continued.