Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

Snapshot

I am upstairs. Upstairs = three connected rooms - our bedroom, Elayna's reading room (connects to bathroom), Elayna's bedroom. There are stairs in each bedroom, and the downstairs-doors are closed to prevent Miss Queen Victoria from getting bitchslapped by Max (must try to socialize them post-dinner); usually, the doors connecting the three rooms are also closed, to create sort of an airlock to keep Victoria in Elayna's room and away from the cats, but we've modified that tonight to allow her free reign of the upstairs. Jack is here with her, sniffing her butt. He adores her.

I am lying down, having just finished inventorying my 5ml BPAL bottles. I took a nice warm bath with a Zazzle bath bomb earlier, so I still smell lightly of cocoa and of the honey-scented lotion I put on afterward. I am silky-smooth. I am wearing jeans folded up twice and a long-sleeved black shirt that shows off the cleavage. My hair is piled up and clipped away from my face, as I'm wearing it more and more often these days.

I hurt all over.

I did a few household things today. Not a lot, but then, besides the pain, I also woke up late. Must not castigate self.

Miss Queen Victoria is chirruping for my attention. Cutest cat-sounds evar.

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow.’”
--Mary Anne Radmacher
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