Daily Journal

Got photos of the cotton thread today. This involved also coming back upstairs to find my (small) cone of one of the colors that is out, and bringing it and the ball wound off it back upstairs after.

Bucket of trash went into the bin. I have card stock enough to get through months of weekly to-do charts now, and I have gotten the litterboxes sifted.

Dad is out for a necessities run because I am out of pads for my period....

And he texted as I was typing, he was able to get the last pack of one of my preferred kind. So no having to rely on the reuseable ones which on heavy days also mean putting a towel down and not wearing pants. Yay!

Our state has a governor who actually gives a fuck and is now not just suggesting that people stay home, but instructing them to shelter at home unless for groceries or they are essential workers. It goes into effect at 8pm tonight. Which. Here's hoping people actually listen.

I, myself, am not leaving this property until this is over. Might step out of my apartment because even through a mask to avoid pollen, fresh air and sunlight. And going down to the house because there's still inventory to do, and until that's done, on sunny days I need to get at least an hour or two in of attempting to get some of that done.

Beyond that, though. I have my cats for not becoming utterly touch-starved, I have the internet for distractions, I have Sims3 and jigsaw puzzles, I have my organizational projects and my learn how to do things projects and Duolingo and writing (of which I have been getting words the last couple days) and crochet and braiding and sewing and so much cleaning. And am still likely to get a little lot stir-crazy because while I have all of that usually, I also usually have some chance to go places at least once a week.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not right now, I like living, thank you and anyone who isn't being as cautious and responsible as is possible for them to be within the constraints of surviving can please take a dose of flaming hot lava rocks.

(My cats are starting to pick up on my stir-crazy, I think, because they are acting out more than usual. Still love them dearly.)

Daily (ish) Snippet

More of In Familia Imperatoris. Pavetta and Geralt being quietly adorable.

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"They agreed to everything." Geralt settles against the bench in the garden where Pavetta is currently laying, staring up at the fading colors of the sunset. He is quiet a moment before he snorts. "They said to think of the loans as a gift, and not to be concerned about repaying them now."

Pavetta lets out a quiet laugh, amusement and satisfaction both in the sound. "They'll be repaid, and with all the interest they could desire. We only needed a little breathing room until Nazair is back on its feet."

"I was covered in whatever is in the sewers other than those drowners." Geralt grins when Pavetta lets out another laugh. "I don't think they wanted to be in the room for longer than they had to in order to get the business concluded."

"Good." She rolls onto her side, reaching out to run her fingers through the still‒damp strands of his hair. "Thank you for meeting with the trade corporations."

Geralt tilts his head back, leaning into her touch. "It's something I'm good at, and something to be of use." He doesn't like that there's so little for a Witcher this far south, but at the same time, he hesitates to go back out on the path. To risk revealing the deception that the Imperial family had inflicted on Cintra and the North. Even if he still isn't sure it was the right thing to do.