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Sep. 23rd, 2020 10:33 pmMy bulbs arrived. I was sorta hoping they wouldn't be here for a couple more days, as I have not yet finished digging out the new flowerbed, so there isn't proper space to plant them. I have figured out a good technique, but after the third row of turf-digging, the rain began to bucket down. I lack the fortitude to dig in the rain.
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I glimpsed a meme, briefly, that said Post six sentences of your current WIP. At the treacly rate I'm writing, that'll probably be all I post this year, and I've been generous with the six sentences as many are very short, or fragments.
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I remain baffled at the importance my government apparently places on pubs. In a sane universe, priority is given to opening schools and universities, but these are being left to work out for themselves how to deal with safety measures, and as far as I can tell, are not being given any money to help them do so. (And why the hell was nobody tasked with figuring out how A-Level students could take their exams? It could have been done, if anyone had bothered.) And yet, pubs? What The Fuck? When we can hear of a 'super-spreader' doing a pub crawl and infecting literally hundreds of people, it would appear that whatever restrictions have been placed on pubs have been a waste of time. Are they really, really such an important part of our economy?
I can only assume that one D. Cummings likes a pint.
And I don't think much of Boris's… what was that, a pep talk? either. I just lack the energy to exercise my vocabulary on the subject. Stupid shit.
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I glimpsed a meme, briefly, that said Post six sentences of your current WIP. At the treacly rate I'm writing, that'll probably be all I post this year, and I've been generous with the six sentences as many are very short, or fragments.
Lance sighed. He should have known. It was a law of Nature, or something, whenever things are going perfectly, something has to go wrong. Well. He reconsidered. Maybe not wrong. It might work out fine. It might work out okay. But Leona had been awesome for them, and although she—obviously—deserved the promotion, he really wished it hadn't come for another six months. Not until his precious show was secure.
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I remain baffled at the importance my government apparently places on pubs. In a sane universe, priority is given to opening schools and universities, but these are being left to work out for themselves how to deal with safety measures, and as far as I can tell, are not being given any money to help them do so. (And why the hell was nobody tasked with figuring out how A-Level students could take their exams? It could have been done, if anyone had bothered.) And yet, pubs? What The Fuck? When we can hear of a 'super-spreader' doing a pub crawl and infecting literally hundreds of people, it would appear that whatever restrictions have been placed on pubs have been a waste of time. Are they really, really such an important part of our economy?
I can only assume that one D. Cummings likes a pint.
And I don't think much of Boris's… what was that, a pep talk? either. I just lack the energy to exercise my vocabulary on the subject. Stupid shit.