Having been through hell, we are not afraid of hot ashes.

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[Later afternoon of Wednesday, February 10 (day 255)]
[Courtyard of the Tavern of Hell]

Any other day, I'd wander down the Miskatonic. Given start of the week, not setting foot outside even as far as Silk until Thursday's well and truly dawned. But I've been up at home since Monday, trying to dodge everyone's after chattering at me over the matter of Donner, and I am soundly sick of the sight of the walls and ceiling. The air's full of the weather than can't decide if it cares t'be thick mist or falling rain, and it's a little early yet for folk t'start showing at the Tavern, so think I can at least set foot in the courtyard without being minded t'tell someone t'go to hell.

Fire went out last night--not the flooding folk were talking about, only evening and night and day of steady rain--so thought least I could do was relight it. The ashes are through drenched, and there's nothing left in the firepit I could light. Bring out kindling and a match from the kitchen, though, and trust I've not forgotten the knack of this for living well as I have of late.

Manage to coax a thin bright petal of flame onto lint and splinters in the lee of one of the dead logs, and start slowly feeding it split twigs. I can get it going, dry out one of the sticks already here enough to burn, think I could have it well begun.

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[Later afternoon of Wednesday, February 10 (day 255)]
[Courtyard of the Tavern of Hell]

Any other day, I'd wander down the Miskatonic. Given start of the week, not setting foot outside even as far as Silk until Thursday's well and truly dawned. But I've been up at home since Monday, trying to dodge everyone's after chattering at me over the matter of Donner, and I am soundly sick of the sight of the walls and ceiling. The air's full of the weather than can't decide if it cares t'be thick mist or falling rain, and it's a little early yet for folk t'start showing at the Tavern, so think I can at least set foot in the courtyard without being minded t'tell someone t'go to hell.

Fire went out last night--not the flooding folk were talking about, only evening and night and day of steady rain--so thought least I could do was relight it. The ashes are through drenched, and there's nothing left in the firepit I could light. Bring out kindling and a match from the kitchen, though, and trust I've not forgotten the knack of this for living well as I have of late.

Manage to coax a thin bright petal of flame onto lint and splinters in the lee of one of the dead logs, and start slowly feeding it split twigs. I can get it going, dry out one of the sticks already here enough to burn, think I could have it well begun.

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The second rising, Anthesterion (Wednesday, February 10th)
Early evening; Follow Me Boy

It has been a dull day, damp air and leaden skies, and after the events of Monday not at all sure am I that I should go into town. My daughter was caught up in that riot, and it might have gone ill for her. But she was safe, Ladon be thanked! I think on the matter a little more, and I change from my work clothes into something smarter. I hope it is appropriate.

Many months it has been since I laid down with a woman, and far longer since I bought a woman's time. The places where one can find servants of Sappho are rarer than I might like. I debated with myself over whether this was the right thing to do - not the morality of the act, for I do not mind that, but the spending of money on something for myself alone - but I at last decided I could be indulged. I have a very little coin set aside for my own use, and I think I may be allowed a little pleasure for myself alone from time to time, as long as it does not distract me from my duties. And indeed, perhaps it will help me in them, for it will, as a common phrase puts it, scratch an itch, and then I can put aside such wishes for several weeks. It is one of the benefits of ageing, I have found, that physical desire does not occupy so many of my thoughts. There is no sin in desire itself, but it can be a great distraction from one's duty.

Town seems thankfully quiet when I reach it, and the woman at the reception in the brothel pleasant and apparently unflustered that a woman of my years should be seeking a female companion, and I am pleased when she confirms that the woman is no girl; I do not like the idea of bedding down with a woman younger than my daughter. She tells me that she has a suitable person to whom I may speak and see if we get along.

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The second rising, Anthesterion (Wednesday, February 10th)
Early evening; Follow Me Boy

It has been a dull day, damp air and leaden skies, and after the events of Monday not at all sure am I that I should go into town. My daughter was caught up in that riot, and it might have gone ill for her. But she was safe, Ladon be thanked! I think on the matter a little more, and I change from my work clothes into something smarter. I hope it is appropriate.

Many months it has been since I laid down with a woman, and far longer since I bought a woman's time. The places where one can find servants of Sappho are rarer than I might like. I debated with myself over whether this was the right thing to do - not the morality of the act, for I do not mind that, but the spending of money on something for myself alone - but I at last decided I could be indulged. I have a very little coin set aside for my own use, and I think I may be allowed a little pleasure for myself alone from time to time, as long as it does not distract me from my duties. And indeed, perhaps it will help me in them, for it will, as a common phrase puts it, scratch an itch, and then I can put aside such wishes for several weeks. It is one of the benefits of ageing, I have found, that physical desire does not occupy so many of my thoughts. There is no sin in desire itself, but it can be a great distraction from one's duty.

Town seems thankfully quiet when I reach it, and the woman at the reception in the brothel pleasant and apparently unflustered that a woman of my years should be seeking a female companion, and I am pleased when she confirms that the woman is no girl; I do not like the idea of bedding down with a woman younger than my daughter. She tells me that she has a suitable person to whom I may speak and see if we get along.

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