WARNING: This poem contains topics that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Patches and Rampart help Buraq find Haboob to use miracles to make him stop being a supervillain. This includes a manhunt, terrorist activity, Buraq getting shot, messy medical details of a serious bullet wound, flashback to prior injury, the bad guys fragging their own sniper for violating medical neutrality, taking items from a corpse as a point of positive etiquette, teleporting while injured is no fun for anyone, kidnapping Haboob and fixing him by force, when you apply miracles to a terrorist it kind of sounds like you're torturing him, and not everyone is comfortable with this, dubious consent once Haboob starts to regain some sanity, distressing inability to pray in the customary manner, but Buraq is creative with solutions and it works fine in the end, another overwhelming prayer experience ending in a faint that scares the team healer, traumatic guilt, renaming, radical forgiveness of a divinely repaired terrorist, miracles have a blest radius of extra healing, loss of homeland, austere living conditions, feeling unclean, but fortunately Buraq knows how to fix that, uncertainty, and other challenges. On the whole, however, everyone is better off in the end. Because this poem contains a major plot development in world politics, skipping it would leave a gap, even though it doesn't fall into main storylines. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.
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I spent pretty much the whole work, during "working hours" anyway, working on a project that's been on my queue for years: getting my lyrics to print two-sided and ensuring that if songs occupy two pages that they span an even-odd two page spread. It's working, as of this afternoon.
There are a couple of subtleties. Notably, if you're just printing a whole bound songbook, you don't care which side of the page a one-page song goes on. If you're printing individual songs to go into a looseleaf binder, on the other hand, you need a cover sheet on the first (right-hand) page to force both pages of a two-page song onto the correct page. And of course if you're printing lyrics to go on a song's web page, you don't want the cover page. But I have it working.
I also got Father's Day calls from both of my kids, got the keys to the new house (in a little party Monday afternoon), scheduled our move out of the apartment (for Wednesday July 12th, which will give us a little time to pack), got in contact with the various utility companies, and, ... I'm not sure there was much else. That's probably enough.
I still have the persistent feeling of not getting much done, and I'm constantly appalled at how much has to be done before we can move into the new place, and how little time we have. I'm still scared about how little money we have, and worried about the amount of stuff we still have to do to the new house to make it work for our family.
Not to mention whether we'll have anything at all left after Trump and his goons get through destroying our social safety net, not to mention the planet.
And speaking of global warming, it's in the 90s this week. For Seattle, that's scorching.
2. You are not caught up on Critical Role. They're not going to roll back the story 50 episodes or so just so you can join in.
3. You are not a character in Critical Role, either.
4. Critical Role does not take place in Fallen London.
5. You do not know how to make a lightsaber. No, not even if Percy helps.
6. You cannot break through two different layers of reality (from Fallen London to the world of Critical Role, and from there to the 'real world') so you can steal the DM's notes and METAGAME. No. Stop.
The way you actually knew it was a dream: getting wifi on your phone when, and I quote, "there's no wi-fi in the Neath". Really, self? REALLY? It's getting wi-fi in Fallen London that broke your suspension of disbelief? Really?
(Then I lucid-dreamed my way into stealing the DM's notes but woke up before the actual metagaming could happen.)
We checked the firepit after yesterday's Litha bonfire. It had burned down almost completely, just a double handful of stubs to pick out. Then we shoveled up the loose ash and wheeled to dump in the prairie garden.
Round 2, I watered plants. Then I picked up sticks in the savanna.
Round 3, I sprayed weeds.
It's getting dark now, and the fireflies are coming out, so I'm done for the night.
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(Like now. like now.) (Like now.) (Oh yeah, I already said that. Maybe twice.)
so it's 912 now. Alarm went off about 15 minutes ago. Sleep clinic doctor says I should be in bed by 2 AM and up by 9 AM, at least for now. that's because we're trying to move my sleep cycle back from, like, 4 AM-noon to something more like midnight-8, and this is the step we're trying to take for now.