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Jun. 26th, 2006 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceGod, it's cold. Or I am. How shall we tell the dancer from the dance? (Well, the dancer is the hot & sweaty one, lucky sod...)
Whichever, the heavyweight duvet is back on the bed, and I am within the infamous gnat's crotchet of turning the heating on. I'm that cold - or it is. And it's late June. My fault: I told a ghost story to the summer, and the summer ran away.
Also, I have come within twenty-five pages of my projected total for 'River of the World', and find that I am not within twenty-five pages of the end of the story. Not by a distance. It may only be a little distance, but it is a distance none the less. This too is chilly news.
And I've only written a couple of pages this morning, and I want to stop. I want to go back to bed. That duvet: snuggle snuggle warmness.
I am pathetic under pressure. Immortal diamond is immortal diamond; I am carbon-dust.
Whichever, the heavyweight duvet is back on the bed, and I am within the infamous gnat's crotchet of turning the heating on. I'm that cold - or it is. And it's late June. My fault: I told a ghost story to the summer, and the summer ran away.
Also, I have come within twenty-five pages of my projected total for 'River of the World', and find that I am not within twenty-five pages of the end of the story. Not by a distance. It may only be a little distance, but it is a distance none the less. This too is chilly news.
And I've only written a couple of pages this morning, and I want to stop. I want to go back to bed. That duvet: snuggle snuggle warmness.
I am pathetic under pressure. Immortal diamond is immortal diamond; I am carbon-dust.
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:17 pm (UTC)Felicia died two years ago; however, even though her favorite places have been often scrubbed in the interim, the others still go to them, sniff, turn around, and nap when they miss her.
Two years, and the entire household still feels the loss . . .because, after all, she kept us all sorted. And no one's stepping up to take the Top Cat job.