(personal/to-do) Wednesday and the living is easy...not

Today is the funeral for Argus' brother (if you're interested, the funeral home is Callahan and Fay in Worcester - the funeral is 5-8 pm tonight) and so I'm a bit busy. Have stuff I need to get done, and not a lot of time to do it.

One thing I've noticed - I tend to have the TV on in the background a lot. This needs to end, because I get sucked in. So I'm rediscovering my iPod - I have SO many podcasts to catch up on that it's not funny, and I can do other things while I'm listening. The TV is going to be lonely - sorry, TV. Chat might be going away for a bit too, at least until I get my routine down. I need to start getting words again, and I'm not.

To Do for Wednesday:

1. Drop off library stuff.
2. Get stuff for strawberry-rhubarb crisp.
3. Make strawberry-rhubarb crisp.
4. 1k on Rites.
5. Clean off Neo.
6. Dishes.
7. Laundry.

Heading out now. Back later with updates.

Last Rites Metrics from before that I forgot to post

Oops.  Apparently the last time I wrote, I forgot to update the metrics. Sorry about that. Here are the updates – and two darlings, to make up for not posting before.

Starting Count: 27182
Ending Count: 28832
Net Gain: +1650

Starting line:
“I won’t have that on my conscience.”

Ending line:
“And unless you leave us alone, you’re dead. Got it?”

Darling:
And they were hybrid signatures. He tasted Chaos, Blood, Earth and Light magic surrounding them, mixing with Shadows and something even deeper, something dark and alien that whispered of destruction and life, death and birth, wrapped in a control that seemed superhuman.

and

Power flowed down through her skin into his, and then down through to the forcefield. Justin shivered, as much from the feeling of hunger that echoed from her as from the feel of her warm fingers twining with his. A subtle perfume wound around him, a mix of jasmine, spice and roses that tickled something deep within him. This was a very, very dangerous woman. Justin found himself looking forward to getting to know her better, and wondering if he’d survive the experience.

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.