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September 4, 2012 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 500.
Words total: 35,400 (wrong).
Reason for stopping: Bed.

Motivational Threat of the Day: None. I should start bugging people for them.

Darling du Jour: We'd sent for the Blakelys, and we got all of them. Everyone except the sheep.
Mean Things: Battlefield surgery. The fact that we needed that battlefield surgery like whoa.

Research Roundup: Parts of a feather.
Books in progress: Sean Stewart, The Night Watch


It having been Labour Day weekend, I didn't do any labour. Instead P. and I went to the CNE and rode the Ferris wheel and ate deep-fried butter. And then I took some nice naps.

However, it is no longer Labour Day, so: words. And a CSA pickup this evening, walking through the rain down to Dufferin and College, and then back. The CSA had smoked ducks this week, so now I have a smoked duck.

Tomorrow is going to be a fine, fine day. :)

Date: 2012-09-05 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desperance.livejournal.com
Damn, now I want a smoked duck... (Hee: typing "I" in italics in HTML is all about i's...)

But please, miss, what is deep-fried butter?

Date: 2012-09-05 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leahbobet.livejournal.com
It is one of those deathly warm gooey things you get at the CNE: kind of like a little deep-fried pastry dumpling with the centre full of melted butter.

It was really really tasty for like ten seconds, and then it lives in your gut forever. *g*

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