Mondayness

Went in to get my back fixed this morning, and I've been squirmy all day, trying to feel whether things are back where they belong adequately. (Answer: I think so, but things have hurt a fair bit in finding their own spots again.)

I made rosemary buns and pameladean's potato stew recipe today, and really, there are worse things than that for the smell of a house.

"Carter Hall Judges the Lines" is making like it wants to be a novelette. (Or a novelet, I guess, but I took too many years of high school French to want to pronounce that final t.) I am making like I don't want it to be. When it's me vs. the fiction, you know who wins, but sometimes it's ugly getting there. I should just concede....