With no end of craving, contentment is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.

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[Friday evening, October 30 (day 152)]
[Tavern of Hell]

Busy night at the Tavern tonight--hardly surprising, with it being Friday--and both Thomas and Iago're at the bar. Sitting at the table in back, puzzling over a book and trying to make some sense of the matter of Marbas. Long history of binding things like it, through little enough on how t'do it.

Trust Kate to mind herself, which isn't quite the same as being at ease over whatever risk she's taking. Suppose whoever's at it has some sense to ask her, it's true. Recall calling her and Mab priestesses of Excolo, once, and there's no matter of godhood to that, but she's a lynchpin to the town. Holds the idea of it within her, or some of it, and I suppose that if gods are ideas all knit up...

Look up again and find myself smiling and set the book aside as I catch Iago moving through the golden light with quick grace. Lights a cigarette and offers the matches to the folk he's pouring drinks for, then he's listening with one elbow on the bar and an easy smile, nodding as they lay a point out. Catch myself sitting the same way, elbow on the table and a faint smile that widens as he catches my eye a second. Raise a hand to him and look back to my book as he turns back to another.

Oddities of the summer or not, I've fine friends and a husband to watch moving with sure and golden grace through laughter and talk, and a quiet corner in the dark to settle and watch. 's a good life.

[Closed]

With no end of craving, contentment is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Friday evening, October 30 (day 152)]
[Tavern of Hell]

Busy night at the Tavern tonight--hardly surprising, with it being Friday--and both Thomas and Iago're at the bar. Sitting at the table in back, puzzling over a book and trying to make some sense of the matter of Marbas. Long history of binding things like it, through little enough on how t'do it.

Trust Kate to mind herself, which isn't quite the same as being at ease over whatever risk she's taking. Suppose whoever's at it has some sense to ask her, it's true. Recall calling her and Mab priestesses of Excolo, once, and there's no matter of godhood to that, but she's a lynchpin to the town. Holds the idea of it within her, or some of it, and I suppose that if gods are ideas all knit up...

Look up again and find myself smiling and set the book aside as I catch Iago moving through the golden light with quick grace. Lights a cigarette and offers the matches to the folk he's pouring drinks for, then he's listening with one elbow on the bar and an easy smile, nodding as they lay a point out. Catch myself sitting the same way, elbow on the table and a faint smile that widens as he catches my eye a second. Raise a hand to him and look back to my book as he turns back to another.

Oddities of the summer or not, I've fine friends and a husband to watch moving with sure and golden grace through laughter and talk, and a quiet corner in the dark to settle and watch. 's a good life.

[Closed]