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So! I found somebody to install the dishwasher when it arrives (actually, the day after it arrives). I had thought that part was going to be the most difficult, after the whole banking mess, but -- a pleasant surprise.
The tech from Andersen who was supposed to be here by 12 and then by 1:30 has yet to arrive. He did call when he realized he was running late, so I was able to have lunch.
The laundry is almost finished, and Firefly is sleeping in the comfy chair in my office. Tali and Rook came out to shark at lunchtime, but I think they've gone back to Steve's office.
On the Writing Side of Things, my plan is to finish getting The Fey Duology ready to rock 'n roll, catch myself up on the Liaden Read Along commentary, and read the Jethri books as a lump.
The last is in service of ensuring that This Idea I Had to finish up that sub-series will actually square with what's already canon.
This means, yes, I'll be -- adjusting -- the order of my complete reread of the Liaden books, but needs must, and at least I'll still be reading in-Universe.
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On Facebook, someone commented that I had clearly always been a cat, which gave rise to this memory:
You may be on to something. The first time Steve and I went together into a neighborhood strange to both of us, we had barely gotten out of the car when two cats came charging down the street, tails high, ran right up to Steve and started slamming themselves against his knees. He knelt down, administered ear scrubbles, then kinda looked up at me, half-smiling (I might have been staring), and said, "Yeah. Cats like me."
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So, today didn't quite work out like I expected, but! Tomorrow's decks are clear, so I can hop right into The Fey Duology.
Everybody have a good evening. I'll check in tomorrow.
