Today our new bed arrived. This is good, as the old one had two springs sticking out of the sides that tried to murder us every time we got in and out of the damn thing.
This one is not a continuous coil, as the last one was — this one is individual coil pockets. Much safer, and much better on one’s broken back. (One, in this case, being me.)
I am excited for better sleeps and fewer murderful mornings ahead! I think we all need fewer murderful mornings.
Also, I am pleased that although it is raining today the salamanders smartened up and were no where near the front step when the mattress was delivered. Because nothing would have protected them from two box springs and two mattresses being dragged in and out of the house.
Glad you’re alright, little buddy. Stay safe, amphibious friend!
I *need* my pens, guys. I need them a lot.
I’d call it disappointing if I’d had any hopes for it in the first place.
We had some visitors on our front step last night.
The *best thing* you can do for someone who suffers from an eating disorder is *reaffirm their personal agency and bodily autonomy*.
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He was apparently pretty tuckered out.
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Seriously was not expecting snow today. Not very happy with this turn of events. Wish the snow had waited till tomorrow, when I could just stay inside with a blanket and a book.
But Ragnarok never comes at a convenient time, so while the sun and moon are devoured by wolves I will spend my afternoon launching my book about wolves that don’t eat giant celestial bodies.
Here’s hoping other people decide to brave the end of the world, too, and we can have a good party at the café.
There is never a dull moment at this place.
I’m not sure when exactly this happened; I was too preoccupied with moving since late January to continue with my obsessive refreshing of the Tiptree website.