Actually not a whole lot of them. But I'm sitting here with a mug of Irish Breakfast tea trying desperately to wake up, so.

-- On today's agenda: make steampunky goodies for the next update. I really really want to make another Inara necklace in bright Bollywood colors, though. But I just got a manicure and I'd like it to remain un-chipped for like, at least two days.

-- Olive is not enjoying taking her pills. It takes both of us to give them to her. We papoosed her and buttered the pill and put it in her mouth until she appeared to swallow then followed it with a syringe of water to wash it down. We thought we were successful. Two minutes later, she made a hawking sound and spit it back up. We tried it in wet food. She ate around the pieces. Today, we're going to perform surgery on kitty treats-- the kind that are crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside. Fingers crossed.

-- Crazy dreams last night of the Silent Hill variety. Woke up with a wrenched back. Ugh.

-- Anxiety today. Stomach all funky. And Jason has an endocrinologist appt today and won't be home 'til late.

-- Brighter things, though: I should have a small update up by the end of the week. I am enjoying small and more frequent. It's less pressure to do a massive update once a month, and it's actually spurring me to work more consistently throughout the week.

-- I totally blanked on my Formspring Question/Answer Page, so now questions are answered and I'll be checking back for new ones.

-- Link share: kate_nepevu has a good guide for those who are new to privilege discussions and good reminders for those of us who aren't. How to Discuss Race and Racism Without Acting Like a Complete Jerk .

Squeeeeeee! I can now tell you about one of the collaborations that's been in the works. My very favorite bath bomb maker in the world, the lovely Denise of Fantasy Bath, has created a Time Keeper's Daughter Bath Bomb!

Climbing the steps of the tower, something she had done every morning since her mother had passed away years before, she gazed across the city she called her home. She could see the largest clock tower in the distance, through a silvery cloud of lifting haze. Her fingers found her throat and rubbed the stones of the necklace that was her legacy.

She paused for a moment, studying the majestic tower, which gleamed a dull bronze in the pale light of the breaking dawn. It pealed a cascade of sweet, clear tones, like running water or tinkling chimes. Any moment, the city would come alive.

But this was her favorite time. Those few moments alone when all was quiet. She watched the merchants open their shops and stalls, each with the hope of a good day of trade. Rich resins from the orient and the spicy wild roses that only grew in the black soil of the nearby mountain foothills.

As she gazed upon the sleeping world, just yawning awake, and she thought of what the future would hold. She knew she would be taught things never spoken of in the schools of her town. She would learn the secrets of the clocks, the magic between the ticks and the tocks and deep brass tolls. She would learn to bend and shape time to her liking, to visit places she had only glimpsed in the reverie of her dreams. And her father would teach her-- the first girl to be passed this hidden knowledge.

The amber stones of her necklace warmed beneath her fingers. She brought them to her lips and kissed them. She took one last look at the city and turned to ascend the winding stairs.

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