And
Effby, I think it's worth finishing Scarlet if you didn't, there are some gorgeously gushy silly cutesy poopsie scenes at the end of it. I can't speak for the other books, yet, but I think, this'un is worth another shot if only for the second-to-last chapter of wonders.
IIRC I did fast-forward to the very end because I remember some cutesy gushiness. I was still kinda mad at that point, though, so I didn't find it as nice as I might otherwise have.
When you get through with the books, do you think you'll check out
the new graphic novels that follow Iko? Some people apparently don't like the art style, but those of my Goodreads friends with similar tastes to mine seem to be enjoying the story, so I've marked it as a tentative want-to-read if I ever get around to finishing the main series.
We're getting our new door put in today. This is good because new door is safer and less drafty. It's bad, however, because I now feel trapped in my room going on the third hour.
Today the repair man should be coming by to fix the broken sink sprayer.
Seems the house repairs are going around lately. We've got to get the 20-year-old front and back steps replaced this year before someone falls through them. The man is coming by today to get the contract signed.
I would have been digging into Horizon: Zero Dawn. I'm enjoying it so far, even though I am terrible at it. My fingers just won't learn the controls.
I just Googled the game. Doesn't look like the kind of thing I'd play, but dang, it's got quite an impressive story going on there.
Hi Cantina. I am only semi-successfully fighting off the loss-of-kitty sads today. I don't even remember what life was like before we had cats. We adopted Raisin, a tuxedo kitty, from a rescue when I was 5, and Erin showed up on the porch when I was 6. When Raisin passed three years ago, Erin was still around so while I was miserable at the loss of my first kitty, I still had another one to take care of. Now, I don't.
My mom was off from work yesterday as she always is on Mondays, and when she was off work, she was the one who did the main caretaking of the Erin kitty (food and stuff). When she was at work, Erin was my job, so this being my first day without her home and without Erin I'm just feeling sad at every little thing I no longer have to do. I'm sad I don't have to move his kitty bed from the bedroom to the living room (he liked to ride in it while I pulled it down the hallway), I'm sad his bed isn't taking up floor space, I'm sad I don't have to feed him, and I'm sad I don't have to make sure his food isn't on the floor when I'm not in the room so the beagle doesn't eat it. Most of all, I'm sad that I can't find him and pet him and hug him and he's no longer around to jump up in the chair and sit with his head on my arm until I'm guilted into petting him with one hand and typing with the other. I really miss him, guys. :'(