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I at least got the little darlings to scoop up the recycling and dirty vessels yesterday. I also got a mondo shopping trip done and -FINALLY- acquired the gotdang seaweed that I've been after since five-ever ago.

We're looking at building an 'airlock' for the front door, since that's the next target for our escapology expert kittens. Little dickenses don't understand that it's dangerous out there, it's just a way by which their Humans leave.

Having a nightmare about them getting out

I just used some quiet time to record five more stories for Inter-Mission. I shall use the next set of quiet hours to edit an episode. Let's see if I get the spare ready before I post the next episode.

Honestly, with editing and music selection and everything, it takes me roughly four hours to put together a half-hour show. That's pretty slack. I need to know some better techniques or figure out where I can trim some time.

Or, you know,

I did my usual stunt with sequential numbering. Some posts in other places will not have that fixed and frankly, chasing it all down is a pain in my patoochus.

Later archive trawlers will have something to point at and go, "Ah! Ah!" at.

Also in my sucky salad this morn was a nightmare in which the kitties (a) got out and (b) got hit by a neighbours' car. Pippi came home in that dream. Jolie... didn't. Thank the Powers it was

I have a limited amount of plastic lattice mesh. It MIGHT be just enough to put a skin on the airlock frame. If not, it's yet another trip to Bunnings.

With judicious use of aviary clips, I should be able to cover that thing.

After that, the next trouble is putting the door on. By myself. With probably nebulous instructions. Because Beloved is back to work today and doesn't have any more days of in lieu of overtime.

Yeah, I'm certain that

Mayhem's school hasn't called, so I am theoretically able to do an errand. Yes, folks, after Chaos is off on her bus, I am loading my car with recycling bags, and turning them in at the depot box at the local bottle-o.

Considering how much soft drink we go through, you'd think they'd pop a few of these things near grocerers. But no, you got to have a drinking problem to get your ten cents per drink container.

Since I'm out doing

Exams are over for Mayhem, which means he's home from school. I've called it in at the office and reminded them that I am ready to haul his arse up there if he still has things undone.

I anticipate a phone call tomorrow.

Today, I shall try to get my Patreon stuff out in time, as well as the usual nonsense and -barring a phone call- attempt to recycle the MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF RECYCLING we have just waiting to cash in.

Ten

I had fully-formed plans to go nowhere and do nothing. BUT...

We're out of cream. We're out of cheese wedges. We're almost out of ice cream. We really should restock the seaweed supply. The kittycats need more gooshie foods... and I don't have money for all of it.

Sigh.

Beloved is out on work today and will be having a day off later in the week because Spring Carnival is a bitch.

Tomorrow, luck being with me, I shall go out and

Once again, the internet outage was just long enough to be homicidally annoying. I usually give the nice peeps in charge of our interwebs until the next day to get the digits out of their orifii, and it actually works.

Plus, let's face it, I was busy as hell during most of yesterday.

Mayhem is back to school and so is Chaos, so I might just have a time window in which to record some stories and maybe edit some Inter-Mission for

We have another game night tonight and I am excited to try some SOLID GOLD BULLSHIT that I've made up for this event. Basically, our crew is stuck without a clue and desperate to find the Macguffin that don't want to be found, so I'm'a try some Divine Inspiration to see if the DM is going to hand us a bone.

I have a whole ritual plotted out including a partial filk of this thing because serious bits should always be peppered