Saturday

[ellarien]

The new shredder and I have been making significant inroads on what seems to be a couple of years' accumulation of useless envelopes with my name and address on them, and numerous payslips and paid or nothing-due bills have been shucked out of their envelopes and filed. I also trotted up to Trader Joe's late in the afternoon and picked up various goodies. I really ought to do that more often; it's not much farther than the regular grocery store, and the food is much nicer.

Now I'm supposed to be writing, but antihistamine fog is not exactly conducive to this. (I did transcribe 499 words of written background notes on the Behemoth novel earlier, but I don't think that really counts.) Everything's blooming at once this year, it seems.