I thought I was making plans, minutes slipping past like sands...

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[Nearing noon on Tuesday, February 16 (day 261)]
[Main Street on the way to the Miskatonic Café]

Thought of Kate yesterday and it was easier, none of the tangle came of it all Sunday. Still no mind for what set that out, though minded to curse moods that come of having quickened. 've done no-one any harm of it, in any case, and so it stands.

Not particular minded t'go out today, but know I'll be inside all tomorrow and truly ought take myself down the graveyard. Fine enough state round newer graves, space marked by the fence (and touch the repaired paling, and the spot where Donner strung up Eris, as I pass them), but out to the west of it in the slow-grown tangle there are those unnamed, and the winter's blurred the trim I tried bring t'that. So went there, and if 'm needing t'stop and take a breath more often in my current state, still there is no rush and still've done them some good by the time the morning's done, and the pace of it fills my mind.

Stand to stretch the knotting tension from my back, and clean my knife, and make my way back to Main. Finding myself hungry, and mild surprised at how easy the thought of going t'the Miskatonic rather than home to cook comes to me. Suppose I'm growing used to the matter of having easy coin on hand, and that's its own strangeness.

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I thought I was making plans, minutes slipping past like sands...

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[Nearing noon on Tuesday, February 16 (day 261)]
[Main Street on the way to the Miskatonic Café]

Thought of Kate yesterday and it was easier, none of the tangle came of it all Sunday. Still no mind for what set that out, though minded to curse moods that come of having quickened. 've done no-one any harm of it, in any case, and so it stands.

Not particular minded t'go out today, but know I'll be inside all tomorrow and truly ought take myself down the graveyard. Fine enough state round newer graves, space marked by the fence (and touch the repaired paling, and the spot where Donner strung up Eris, as I pass them), but out to the west of it in the slow-grown tangle there are those unnamed, and the winter's blurred the trim I tried bring t'that. So went there, and if 'm needing t'stop and take a breath more often in my current state, still there is no rush and still've done them some good by the time the morning's done, and the pace of it fills my mind.

Stand to stretch the knotting tension from my back, and clean my knife, and make my way back to Main. Finding myself hungry, and mild surprised at how easy the thought of going t'the Miskatonic rather than home to cook comes to me. Suppose I'm growing used to the matter of having easy coin on hand, and that's its own strangeness.

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