A book...is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.

[westin-sagert.livejournal.com]

[Late morning of Thursday, June 17 (day 382)]
[Sagert's Books]

It is rather a pleasant day; blustery but not cool. My legs feels rather better today, and I spend the morning on light errands. A stop by the library (really, I must suggest that they see about shimming up some of the shelves; I find that I am rather tired of the occasional volume dropping on me), and then the General Store and the bakery, and a pleasant stop at the Miskatonic before returning home.

I actually do manage an hour or so in the basement. Just planning, really, but I have a few ideas I would like to note down...

I am feeling quite refreshed when I come back up. Not exactly enough to go out again, but I set the sign out to indicate I am open, and brew up a cup of tea. Perhaps someone shall stop in; if not, well, I can certainly look forward to sitting and reading for a moment.

[Open to Samuel, and possibly others]

A book...is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.

[westin-sagert.livejournal.com]

[Late morning of Thursday, June 17 (day 382)]
[Sagert's Books]

It is rather a pleasant day; blustery but not cool. My legs feels rather better today, and I spend the morning on light errands. A stop by the library (really, I must suggest that they see about shimming up some of the shelves; I find that I am rather tired of the occasional volume dropping on me), and then the General Store and the bakery, and a pleasant stop at the Miskatonic before returning home.

I actually do manage an hour or so in the basement. Just planning, really, but I have a few ideas I would like to note down...

I am feeling quite refreshed when I come back up. Not exactly enough to go out again, but I set the sign out to indicate I am open, and brew up a cup of tea. Perhaps someone shall stop in; if not, well, I can certainly look forward to sitting and reading for a moment.

[Open to Samuel, and possibly others]

The true Tarot is symbolism; it speaks no other language and offers no other signs.

[faithnothope.livejournal.com]

Thursday evening, Hope and Faith's trailer

Bin a steady few weeks, case o'snow aside. More or less used to 'ow things work wi' me an' Hope now, an' yeah, sometimes it's tough, cos I ain't used ter not bein' able t'speak when I want to. Pain in the arse that when I can finally go somewhere on me own I can't talk about it, eh? But there's things as make up fer it. Shaggin' Peter Granger as is barman at the Whitechapel 'elps - 'e ain't much of a talker anyway, an' t'be 'onest when 'e does talk I find 'im pretty boring, but lord does 'e 'ave a nice cock. 'E broke up with that Maya girl 'e was seein' a few weeks back, an' since I remembered 'ow nice it was when we shagged at that 'Alloween party I cheered 'im up. 'E don't want a girlfriend but I don't rightly care about that.

Also pretty 'appy that Hope an' Edmund're doin' so well, bless 'em. That bloke'd bore me to tears an' 'e's got all the sex appeal of a puppy, but Hope's pretty crazy about 'im which is what matters. Wonder if they'll end up gettin' 'itched. My sister marryin' a councillor, that'd be something! Dunno what I'd do then, though. Can't imagine not livin' with 'er.

Done one readin' this evenin', but it's bin a bit quiet otherwise. 'Oping we might get a couple more customers in t'night.

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