I know, I know -- but sometimes, to try and project a schedule is to make a deity laugh.
(Said immediately after arriving home following nearly two hours of being stuck in traffic, coming back from one of her dental appointments. We wound up taking a detour from a delay, into a delay, in order to arrive at a delay.)
And Cerea's just been on my mind this week. Possibly because I have a certain degree of empathy with anyone whose life has been completely uprooted --
glances at Snowflake & AJ
-- apparently my subconscious has a theme going.
About 6300 words in this update, and I can promise that the next chapter for this tale will swing towards comedy. Also that I am currently resisting the urge to introduce some equivalent to Professor 'Enry 'Iggins, Esquire.
After all, we have to make her presentable.