Lili Saintcrow

Bread Plans I do not need a weekend to recover from the weekend, which is a rare and wondrous state of affairs.

Late Start Am very late off the mark this morning, for one reason or another.

Silver Lining Snack We appear to be no longer without our range.

Dormancy, Dreaming, Rambling I was drifting this morning, between the usual meditation session and just plain wanting to go back to warm snuggly sleep, when suddenly a basic underpinning of the current serial–one I’d sensed but could not ...

Wee Sardonicism Welcome back to Monday, everyone.

Mist Filigree Went down with a bitch of a headache yesterday evening, probably as a result of the weather change.

Grumble-Grouse, No Pangloss The thing I dislike most about fiddling with my daily schedule is the sensation of swallowing breakfast before coffee.

Habit and Buck-Stopping I always forget how non-ideal fiddling with my daily schedule is.

Fog, After Coffee Forget an additional weekend to recover from the actual weekend, I need at least a month.

Blackberry Bright I was so excited to see some blackberry leaves acquiring autumn hues, I sent a pic to at least four people, all of whom were either pleased to witness my Snoopy Waltz of Joy or ...

Specific Feeling, Cackles October hath arrived, my beloveds; finally, spooky season is here.

Frog, Leapt Free Yesterday was A Lot, especially with road construction suddenly blooming in my way, like mushrooms after a hard rain.

Sleek My Thorns Yet again I need several days to recover from the weekend; however, I am going to be spending significant daily time in the car for a while yet so there’s no chance of that until, ...

Stylish Weather This prelude was a few days ago; the weather change it presaged has now arrived, and in style.

Today’s Forecast, Dance Dragging myself to verticality today was a bit of a chore, but it’s done now.

Pangloss Got Nothin’ A bit slow off the mark this morn, but that’s to be expected on a Tuesday.

Action to the Mumbling Took most of the weekend for an Introvert Staycation, which mostly consisted of me on the couch with a book, ignoring ninety-five percent of things resembling social interaction.

Intermittent, Ideal There’s been a good deal of work in the neighbourhood lately, and that comes with marking underground infrastructure so someone doesn’t go merrily cutting through anything important.

Not Quite Anything New I dislike being my own publisher in several respects–business tasks encroach upon my actual job, which is writing the damn stories–but it’s still better than having to deal with certain nonsense.

Unpleasant, But Balanced Yesterday was exhausting.

Coffee Capabilities A bluejay is vociferating, stitching up the predawn hush; perhaps he’s angry at the shrubbery, or the lack of proper rain.

Downright Ungracious The crocosmia are seeding, the grapes fattening, the last wave of blackberries cresting to ripeness, the magnolias and mimosas dropping seeds, a few of the maples already bearing bright touches.

Continue Swimming I’ve reached my (loose, very gentle) reading goal for the year, so naturally as a reward I cannot decide what to plunge into next.

Better Than I Ought I spent Labour Day (American) mostly on the couch with a few books, not to mention plenty of harsh black tea with cream.

Safe and Churlish I looked at this and thought, trap.

Not So Full Power outage this morning.

Aggregate Maintenance August was not very ideal, but we have reached September nonetheless.

Last Dry Run Well, that was the weekend that was, and I’m staring down the first-of-the-month barrel tomorrow.