Saturday, Post #22
May. 16th, 2020 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
usedtobeljsYesterday (although I sent my last official email Thursday at 4:30) I was able to rub my hands and say, "Well, that hell job is done." I should feel more joyful, but honestly I'm just tired.
But also a little joyful.
Yesterday I took off from work and spent it with Miss Adventure and writing on an original project and walking and catching up on correspondence, which was nice. (Also -- watering my new privacy hedge and new butterfly bed, installed Tuesday.)
Today I will venture (masked! with a mask that matches my casual dress!) to the small Downtown for an errand, once I've rested up from my morning which has included workout, watering, bathing Miss Adventure who rolled in something unidentified but not nice, and cleaning the bathrooms. Today I will also pray for another round of rain -- we had two-tenths of an inch at midnight, which isn't great but is better than the nothing we've had through most of the dry season. (We shall not speak of the tropical system building off Florida. It's going the other way, anyway, and I can't spare the bandwidth for hurricane season yet.)
Today I will write a bit more on the project, think a bit about art, clean out an area of the music/dog room, think about ordering Andre Leon Talley's new memoir, and then have a Zoom happy hour with Best Friend from M.A. Days.
May you have a lovely today, with at least a couple of things you love in it.
Two three-sentence fics on the topic of the weekend:
During the official work week, even now in the time of pandemic, Lindsey does his lawyer thing for the Blind One and Fred runs a physics lab at SMU; however, even now in the time of pandemic, their weekend is devoted to what they love (apocalypses permitting).
In May they might work in the garden (or Lindsey works, Fred watches); they might picnic with Giles and Anya, or Ruth and Gunn, or Dawn and Tyrone and the kids, or hell, all of them; he might play his music, she might make tacos. But every Saturday night they curl together in the hammock in the backyard, kiss at odd moments, and look up at the stars which brought these unlikely lovers together.
............................
Neither River or the Doctor properly understands the concept of weekends -- because, honestly, if one is a time traveller, one can always skip the boring bits like Tuesdays if one wants.
But on Darillium, they make their own weekends: reading, light adventuring, returning the items River stole during their light adventuring, walking in the night-garden.
On Darillium, every Saturday, the Doctor tells River he loves her -- but, honestly, he tells her that every day.
Happy day to you, whatever day it is!
But also a little joyful.
Yesterday I took off from work and spent it with Miss Adventure and writing on an original project and walking and catching up on correspondence, which was nice. (Also -- watering my new privacy hedge and new butterfly bed, installed Tuesday.)
Today I will venture (masked! with a mask that matches my casual dress!) to the small Downtown for an errand, once I've rested up from my morning which has included workout, watering, bathing Miss Adventure who rolled in something unidentified but not nice, and cleaning the bathrooms. Today I will also pray for another round of rain -- we had two-tenths of an inch at midnight, which isn't great but is better than the nothing we've had through most of the dry season. (We shall not speak of the tropical system building off Florida. It's going the other way, anyway, and I can't spare the bandwidth for hurricane season yet.)
Today I will write a bit more on the project, think a bit about art, clean out an area of the music/dog room, think about ordering Andre Leon Talley's new memoir, and then have a Zoom happy hour with Best Friend from M.A. Days.
May you have a lovely today, with at least a couple of things you love in it.
Two three-sentence fics on the topic of the weekend:
During the official work week, even now in the time of pandemic, Lindsey does his lawyer thing for the Blind One and Fred runs a physics lab at SMU; however, even now in the time of pandemic, their weekend is devoted to what they love (apocalypses permitting).
In May they might work in the garden (or Lindsey works, Fred watches); they might picnic with Giles and Anya, or Ruth and Gunn, or Dawn and Tyrone and the kids, or hell, all of them; he might play his music, she might make tacos. But every Saturday night they curl together in the hammock in the backyard, kiss at odd moments, and look up at the stars which brought these unlikely lovers together.
............................
Neither River or the Doctor properly understands the concept of weekends -- because, honestly, if one is a time traveller, one can always skip the boring bits like Tuesdays if one wants.
But on Darillium, they make their own weekends: reading, light adventuring, returning the items River stole during their light adventuring, walking in the night-garden.
On Darillium, every Saturday, the Doctor tells River he loves her -- but, honestly, he tells her that every day.
Happy day to you, whatever day it is!
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Date: 2020-05-17 11:07 am (UTC)Hugs and thanks, K!