Leyland's Tour

I'm having trouble with air. Boo. I might be hauling ass all the way across to MeMum's for the Grand Washing Machine Hunt because her old washer decided to flood a part of her house. Yay.

I've been on the nebuliser and I've taken my preventers. I'm currently in the midst of my coffee and pills.

As soon as I get the go-ahead, I am heading offski on the long journey to go help do the things. Yay.

I'm'a finish my soup and call since it's been ages and I still haven't got a reply from MeMum.

Yoiks and away.

UPDATE: I am not required for that running around today, but I am keeping myself on the starter's blocks. Just in case

The instant I'm done with the blog, I'm in the car and off to MeMum's to help with assorted nonsense.

Donations, educations, lunch, and fuel money ahoy. Yay.

Hopefully I get MeMum to stop using the goshdang comment button the entire firkin time.

If I get back in time, I shall be doing the Instant Story then. If not, y'all get a twofer tomorrow.

Chapter count: working on Chapter 267.

Let's get going on the stuff. Yoiks and away!

So apparently some aggregious TERF from the United States has come all the way to Australia to stage some bullshit about how genderqueer folks are all dangerous pedos and a danger to womens' sports or whatever the fuck.

Naturally, this should not be allowed to stand.

So everyone in solidarity is poised to counter that bullshit with a show of numbers, including everyone who stands with the genderqueers and their right to live their lives in peace.

First they called gays "pedos"

Today, all bets are off regarding output. I am driving/escorting my love all across the country so we can all deal with funerary arrangements and organising the final farewell.

I'm taking my iPad on the off chance that I may have an opportunity to add a sentence or two to the continuing story of a devilborn whose love life is going to hell.

...better known to everyone in the loop as A Devil's Tale.

It's a security blanket and we both

Today is the last Mother's Day I celebrate for myself. Rennie's Day, as I have just discovered, is the third Sunday of April. Could have been informed sooner, but... meh.

Beloved is taking over the accepting of Coffee Cups, gimcrack jewelry, and macaroni arts with beaming smile and that weird soft feeling one gets when the smols make a thing just for her.

Motherhood is many things, and one of those things is wearing a macaroni necklace like it's diamonds and feeling

I have written the story. I have the bikkie cooking in the background. All my normal activities are now orbiting Beloved's schedule and on hold for MeMum.

And later on this week, we are getting stuff to make a door betwixt the official front of the house [master bedroom, lounge] and the rest of the house. Just so Pippi can't leap into the greater outdoors and put her life at risk.

Also so that we can have nice furniture in the front