There's a Mirror On the Wall

It's sunny and lovely, and a glance at the weather forecast says it should be sunny all weekend, and this is excellent.

My cats continue to demonstrate they want to try to help their human, though Marisol has a better idea when to not attempt to climb into my lap than Sigdis. Meanwhile, Sigdis has figured out how to pet the human, which is also her soliciting pets. And she attempts to groom me when she does get to settle in my lap, which is sweet. She has also figured out that the human has less fur and thus can get cold, but has blankets to keep the cold away, so human, your blanket should be over your arm, really. (She kept pulling at the blanket until I pulled it over my arm, then rested her chin on it. It was adorable.)

I ran my dishwasher yesterday, though I did not get it emptied after. I need to do that today. I'll worry about dishes into it tomorrow. I also should do laundry today, as I am out of trousers, and laundry will take fewer spoons than finish sewing the pair of trousers that's cut out and has one inseam sewn. I would also like to get some more of the clean up done on the deck, but that's heavily dependent on my ability to stay on my feet for more than ten minutes at a time, and how chilly it is outside.

More map work, and some work on a running project, and some reading of fic yesterday. It was good. The fic is decent, though it has some issues that make me not entirely certain I'd want to rec it, and I don't know that I'll bookmark it, either. But the issues aren't enough for me to just say fuck it and close the tab.

Alarm has gone off, so I need to go sort food for me and the cats, and then I can poke at things to get done today. And five things makes a post.

It's a sunny morning, and that's a good thing after yesterday. It means I'm in a better mood today. Along with the hormones starting to settle out, because it's a red day finally.

Last night, there was a fire across the local highway in the well-fenced development there. By the time we noticed the smoke, there were already fire trucks lighting the place up in red and using water (we're pretty sure it was water) to get things under control. I haven't followed up looking for other information this morning, and I hope that anyone who was in there, and any pets if there were any, all got out safe. (Mom had alerted me after she saw the smoke and the lights, and we think it was a house that was on fire, because most of the area right here, on both sides of the local highway, is residential, and the non-residential stuff is all on the local highway itself.)

And, reporting on the efficacy of the latest experimental underwear! So far, so good. I'm going to wear this pair until this evening or until they're soaked through, whichever comes first. I need to know how long it takes until they're soaked through, so I know how many more pairs to make to get through a period. I have a towel down where I sit in case of leakage, but so far, they're fitting well (as expected), and they're not bunching badly (... which, the shorts sometimes do, this pair is rather shorter in the leg. And while I kinda want to alter the pattern further to remove the excess fabric, the problem with that is one of the problems with commercial underwear, which is digging in along the crease there, and leaving red welts even without latex. These are only just avoiding that as is.)

I did write a second post yesterday, but that one didn't get posted publically because, well. The gist of it is that I'm hitting a wall on emotional shit, particularly in being angry about things and being too exhausted to BE angry, especially when there is nothing I can do that is within my capabilities more than I already HAVE done. And that does include being visibly and publically angry about anything, when I am a very small person in the scheme of things, and being that kind of angry is exhausting and stressful and I'd like not to develop another spontaneous allergy just because things are a fucking mess. (It's going to be bad enough when the trees start throwing pollen in the air, and I can't even go out the door to the trash and recycle bins without a mask.)

I added more pretty colors to an organizational chart yesterday, because the pretty colors help me track things. As well as being pretty.

And that makes five things, and that makes a post.

It's grey and I'm achey all over, but at least my head is not pounding today. It started to do that yesterday afternoon, and got bad enough I decided tylenol and advil were a good idea. (Because at this point, in order for them to do anything, I keep painkillers as a last resort for pain, usually when nothing else works and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry.)

My hands ARE hurting enough I'm going to go after the salve I have for that. Arnica is my friend.

I hope everyone has a safe New Year's if you're celebrating, and a good sleeps if you're not, when you get to that point. And that everyone has a fantastic day regardless.

I need to feed the cats and feed me and the rest of the morning routine, but the bed is made, at least. Neighbors are asshats with too-loud music that has a bass that reaches me and throbs like it's trying to be a heartbeat, one that doesn't match mine and tends to disrupt mine if I don't find a white noise to drown it out.

It's overcast and gray and windy outside, and I'm glad not to have to go out at any point.

I did get words yesterday! A couple bits for a Magnificent Seven AU, Seven Legends. Figuring out what and how much to snippet is a bit of an issue, but here, let's try this bit.

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Vin has blood on his teeth and face and bare chest, carefully flexing his joints as he makes sure all his joints are back where they belong. He'll worry about clothes after he's cleaned up.

Chris is already wrapped in a blanket, huddled almost on top of the fire Josiah had built up, staring blankly as his body struggles to remember what being warm is. There are still scales glittering around his eyes, red and black, and the blanket has holes where the talons that haven't yet retreated to nails have pierced it.

Ezra is nearly as close to the fire as Chris, eyes still slit-pupiled and more gold than green. He's dressed in what remains of his shirt, trousers that are slightly less ragged, and wrapped in another blanket. His boots will wait until he's not likely to stumble over his own feet.

While the days will start getting longer now, my brain will continue to make rude gestures until April. Because it's not just the time the sun is in the sky, it's also how overcast things are, and they're a lot more of that in the winter. Today, however, is giving me lovely sunshine just when I'm waking up, which is very helpful for my mood.

My cats are going to be pestering me for food shortly, because it will be food time, and I still need to get dressed, but it's a good start to the day.

I got a handful of words yesterday, working on the next major story in Magic and Mischief, wherein Regulus gets help rescuing Harry from the Dursleys and Sirius from Azkaban, and then fucks off with them back to Colorado. (I have one bit of thing in there that I need to figure out how that is, because Reasons, but I'll get there. Right now, the bigger question is the whole rest of the plot.)

I hope everyone has a fantastic day, and good sleeps when you get there!

The cats are off with dad at the vet's, Marisol to get her shots, Sigdis to have her first visit so the vet staff are familiar with her. I fully expect to either be thoroughly snubbed when they're home, or have very clingy cats. Or both. They're cats, it's probably going to be both.

It's just starting to precipitate outside, and at the moment it's snow. Wintry mix is more likely to be the bulk of it. Ugh. I think I am going to turn the heat up.

Actually, ugh about covers everything right now, as I am tired and cranky and my hormones hate me and just. *makes frustrated gestures* I'll be fine, it's just all Too Much at the moment and I think I am going to go hide in a blanket fort for a while.