Okay...I'm self-indulgent. I whimpered and whined through yesterday, then today felt better. Did 5 loads of laundry and made spaghetti with meat sauce and figured out half the reason for my headache, yesterday, was how I'm cutting back on how much I eat. My body didn't like it.
I've always had a tendency to get headaches if I'm not eating enough, and I got a pointed reminder. So...light breakfast, spaghetti for lunch, Triskets with cream cheese and Pickapeppa for an afternoon snack, then Amy's enchiladas for dinner, and a small bowl of oatmeal for evening snack...and I'm verging on another headache. I just need to get more active to counter this caloric intake.
I'm going out, tomorrow, to mail the last copies of APoS and grab some groceries, then I'll come home and make a pot roast. Slow cooked in a crock pot. There's a special I'm taking advantage of at Tops, a local grocery store. They're very 1970's in decor and offerings, but they're also convenient.
He's saved Lon from Helga's clutches, reconnected with Irin, and decided he needs to get some clarification from the Beast as to what is and is not happening, from this point. God only knows how many times I've contradicted myself in this story, but it's rolling along and when it's happening on the page I don't want to stop it.
However, it did take me a while to get into this chapter. What I initially wrote was boring. Now it's not...I hope. You never really know. But Dirc came up with a stunt at the beginning, during his escape, that actually got me out of bed to write. I just hope it makes sense....it may be too visual to really work...
Doesn't matter; Lon's now part of the pack and they've realized two of their hostages are a gay couple, so they don't want to hurt them. It'll work out.
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