Routine is not the same as growth.

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[Late morning of Thursday, December 10 (day 193)]
[At the Sacred Whore Miskatonic]

One thing I grant to feeling unwell--makes it sure as hell that once I wake up on not lying abed rather than hauling myself to the kitchen for mint and chamomile. Shower and dress warm and'm standing by the stove for what heat it has and looking out at the grey sky. Like to sleet soon enough, I think.

The room's strange quiet, and'm--

"No. No, we just lie here. Do you want a book? Stop fidgeting."

"You have me always, love."

--remembering things, not sure for how long. Winnie's and Damien's voices're sifting in through the door, sound without sense, and I look up blankly. Dorian paid them on Fridays, didn't he...? Suppose I'll need to... see to something, while he's not here. Count out the till tonight, and see if I can find books he kept, see what they're owed? Not sure how sound an idea it is but it'd give me something t'do. Tonight, may be.

Shake my head and clear away the dishes and pull on my coat and shut the door behind me, meaning to cut through the store and head out to Silk and on from there.

[Open to Kate and Tess]
[Closed]

Routine is not the same as growth.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

[Late morning of Thursday, December 10 (day 193)]
[At the Sacred Whore Miskatonic]

One thing I grant to feeling unwell--makes it sure as hell that once I wake up on not lying abed rather than hauling myself to the kitchen for mint and chamomile. Shower and dress warm and'm standing by the stove for what heat it has and looking out at the grey sky. Like to sleet soon enough, I think.

The room's strange quiet, and'm--

"No. No, we just lie here. Do you want a book? Stop fidgeting."

"You have me always, love."

--remembering things, not sure for how long. Winnie's and Damien's voices're sifting in through the door, sound without sense, and I look up blankly. Dorian paid them on Fridays, didn't he...? Suppose I'll need to... see to something, while he's not here. Count out the till tonight, and see if I can find books he kept, see what they're owed? Not sure how sound an idea it is but it'd give me something t'do. Tonight, may be.

Shake my head and clear away the dishes and pull on my coat and shut the door behind me, meaning to cut through the store and head out to Silk and on from there.

[Open to Kate and Tess]
[Closed]