It's 11AM and I just got around to sitting down to write this, so my PLN to record some chapters for Adorable might well be up in the air.
I'll see how I go.
My PLNs got disrupted at breakfast with a visit from the Council because my sullage system was blinking. Detour to show them where the hell the sullage sprinklers were.
I'm going to have to give my mower guy care instructions.
And to top it all off, while I was out there discussing the varied woes and trying to locate the dang system - something bit me on my left ankle.
[Shown here: A very pale ankle with black sandal straps. A red circle is drawn around a very small puncture mark]
Believe it or not, this hurts like I touched something burning hot. It is fading, so I'm not tremendously worried. Keeping an eye on it because that's just sensible in Deathworld Island. And yes, I notified my nearest and dearest.
It hurts and stings, but I'm sure I'll live.
And I'm trying not to have a panic attack about it because that sets off my asthma and I don't need that in the list of am-I-dying symptoms.
Fun times.
So yeah, I'm attempting to focus on the daily dose of speculative fiction while keeping an eye on the bite area and remaining calm.
I think I need all the luck.