So this week has been interesting in the Irish sense of the word. MN remembered that it's Minne-fucking-sota and we have had freezing rain and snow storms and the people not used to it from years past tried to kill those of us who are with their cars.
Both boys also appeared to remember that they are teens with hormones and really and truly wished to express this. It did not end well for anyone involved. Currently, their grandmother has been kind enough to take them for the weekend so that infanticide is not in the cards, and wolfie74
has attempted to lock them out of the internet fully, thus ruining their lives.
Unfortunately, she managed to accidentally zap the access to my iPad at the same time, thus I have no internets save for logging into the server right now. That's not all bad as I have gotten a crap ton of writing done, but it is a bit of a pain when I need to look something up (say, travel times via car via the QE from Two Harbors to Manhattan and/or traffic patterns in
Manhattan) and have to try to get into a server I barely have logged into in recent history.
From a writing perspective, Purple Converse
is probably about 80% complete at 25,000 words, and Breathing Exercises
is about 85% or so at 3,500 words. So, you know, progress?
For now, though, I need to actually get going for the day and possibly find a supply of cheap rubber ducks in MN for work because, really, if you are going to take a joke, you take it all the way