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[gurdymonkey]

Is that rain I hear
Muttering on the shingles
Like a neighbor's voice?
Dead leaves float upon puddles
And birds huddle in their nests.

(And that, O My Readers, is the most productive thing I've done all day.....)

EDIT: And continued to be.

Just because I haven't been to a single SCA event since mid October does not mean I have not been on the run, particularly with the steady stream of social activities and out-of-town visitors. In fact, it's kind of been a relief not to go to small indoor winter events where I am likely to have to endure the stink-eye from a certain person or put up with the awkwardness of trying to say hello to people I regard as friends who are also hers. I have let it go. She has not and that is her problem.

So while I could have sawn and painted drum shells today, I didn't. I could've finished those hakama. Didn't do that either. Didn't get the sudden urge to make Something New For Twelfth Night. I was thinking I would've liked to do karaginu mo, but I'm day tripping.

Big mugs of tea and cable movies are not a bad way to spend a rainy Sunday. 

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[takadai-no-tora.livejournal.com]

Big mugs of tea and making soup and sorting out the pantry are pretty good too.