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[Thursday, May 27th (Day 361)]
[Late afternoon, out and about in town]

The power went out a few minutes ago. It's one of the downsides of living in Excolo, though I can't complain over much. I've lived in much more primitive places, especially just after the downfall of everything pleasant and civilized.

It'll come back on soon enough and it's still light outside, but I decide to go out anyway. Things are getting a bit cramped in the shop, I haven't been out much since the little fiasco with Glass and Kate, and boredom has started to set in.

Boredom. The absolute bane of my existence.

There are a fair number of people out and about. I imagine they have places to go; far too many people spend so much of their lives between one place and the next. It's as though they've forgotten how to do a bit of nothing, now and again. Pity.

I opted for a light jacket, in red, more for the pop of color than the warmth. It's a nice day out, honestly, though a little overcast.

Of course, as soon as I've wandered about for a few minutes I realize there's absolutely nothing going on. Just my luck. It won't stop me from my stroll, though. I'll make a bit of excitement in this little town, if it comes to it.

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[Thursday, May 27th (Day 361)]
[Late afternoon, out and about in town]

The power went out a few minutes ago. It's one of the downsides of living in Excolo, though I can't complain over much. I've lived in much more primitive places, especially just after the downfall of everything pleasant and civilized.

It'll come back on soon enough and it's still light outside, but I decide to go out anyway. Things are getting a bit cramped in the shop, I haven't been out much since the little fiasco with Glass and Kate, and boredom has started to set in.

Boredom. The absolute bane of my existence.

There are a fair number of people out and about. I imagine they have places to go; far too many people spend so much of their lives between one place and the next. It's as though they've forgotten how to do a bit of nothing, now and again. Pity.

I opted for a light jacket, in red, more for the pop of color than the warmth. It's a nice day out, honestly, though a little overcast.

Of course, as soon as I've wandered about for a few minutes I realize there's absolutely nothing going on. Just my luck. It won't stop me from my stroll, though. I'll make a bit of excitement in this little town, if it comes to it.

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O wild wind, from whose unseen presence the leaves are driven...

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[Morning of Thursday, May 27 (day 361)]
[Over at the Miskatonic Café]

I'm mending.

Oh, it's a bitter cut ahand, but it's healing now, and I can carry my own damn weight. Saw to Cain over fixing the stove, and while the coldbox is yet cracked, not as if I can't live without that as'll spoil. And the day's warm and the air's running over and chasing itself like a troupe of yapping hound pups, all tumble and bluster.

Take myself out and down to the Miskatonic, green and gold and strange about the walls and neat window and chair and table within, and the music running. Coffee and the crunch of toast with spices, and a not-particular-crowded morning--guess folk are some minded t'save for Saturday--and I finish my food, leave my coffee by my hand and watch the street and the folk indoors a moment.

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O wild wind, from whose unseen presence the leaves are driven...

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[Morning of Thursday, May 27 (day 361)]
[Over at the Miskatonic Café]

I'm mending.

Oh, it's a bitter cut ahand, but it's healing now, and I can carry my own damn weight. Saw to Cain over fixing the stove, and while the coldbox is yet cracked, not as if I can't live without that as'll spoil. And the day's warm and the air's running over and chasing itself like a troupe of yapping hound pups, all tumble and bluster.

Take myself out and down to the Miskatonic, green and gold and strange about the walls and neat window and chair and table within, and the music running. Coffee and the crunch of toast with spices, and a not-particular-crowded morning--guess folk are some minded t'save for Saturday--and I finish my food, leave my coffee by my hand and watch the street and the folk indoors a moment.

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