Total Randomness

Don’t forget to set your clocks an hour forward today. Yes, yur welcome.
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This morning, Ten’s voice to text app ‘terped him as saying there was π and coffee for breakfast. Huh. Was this an ominous augury for the day ahead? I’ve decided to consider this deeply over my apple pastry and cuppa joe.
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Last night, in Dream World, Ten and I got officially, legally-beagley hitched. It was a BIG white wedding. Yeah, NOT our style BUT the cake was very good and it was a great excuse to have Billy Idol scream-singing in my head.
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Yesterday was a good day, physically speaking. I was getting around better — didn’t need the walker as much though I still required a shoulder to steady myself as I made my way around the house and over to Jen and Oni’s for Tea Time (yeah, door to door it’s MAYBE 10 feet). What’s this improvement about? My strength building exercises along with the absence of those essence zapping seizures (I believe it’s been a few weeks now, maybe FOUR(!), since the last) AND the glorious brain-swelling quelling steroids. God, I love steroids!
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I’m rereading A. Lee Martinez’s  fab, escapist tale, Helen and Troy's Epic Road Quest. Helen’s an acerbic Enchanted Human (minotaur), Troy’s an overachieving, everyone’s-dreamy-boy hottie. This is their summer before college and they’ve been cursed to quest by an old god. Dude couldn’t be bothered to spare them any details beyond ‘find the five or seven magic items within some unspecified short time or die.’ Real helpful.

Lucky them, they run into Castor Pollux who gives them a fuck-ton more help than the National Questing Bureau. By the by, Castor should NOT be confused with Castor and Pollux, sons of Leda, who were the savers of sailors, soldiers and folks in general ferocious danger.

Nope, this Castor is a single entity, an oracle and the owner/cook in a food truck named The Meat Wagon (Nooooo, not a speck of foreboding here, none at al!).

Biggest load of bull you’ll ever hear. Mortals who think they’re smarter than the gods above. Not that the gods are any better. Bunch of clueless morons, every single one of them.

Ah, sorry for the rant. I’ve been on this job too long. You can only gaze into the future and all its possibilities for so long before it gets to you. Now, why don’t you give me a minute to fix up an order of brisket.

Have I mention? This is some wildly entertaining, escapist shit.

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Jen helped me clean out, (mostly, finally done now) my bedroom closet and dresser drawers. Three HUGE garbage bags full of clothes, table cloths, blankets and shoes are out the door and headed for Donationville. Another giant amount is going to Recycle Land. HOW is this even possible — that I have this much stuff to shed. I mean, fer fuck’s sake, I did a big purge a couple years back before Ten moved in.

It takes time to let go of possessions. Shit remains meaningful — memories cling. After awhile though, having the space, the daylight, takes precedence.
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What’s on for today? More PT exercises, more elliptical action, more get-out-of-my-stressed-head reading and MORE quality time with Coco. I expect I’ve already mentioned that Jen and Ten tossed for it — it’s Jen’s job to smuggle the cat into MGH and rehab. No fucking way am I goin’ a month without my beastie!