First off: Anchor Foal should be the next continuing story to update. I just wanted to get this out of the queue for two reasons:
* People were expecting someone to show up.
* And now he has.
This particular update comprises two chapters, coming in at a bit under 11k on the combined word count. And because I just about wrote myself into the ground (or at least into 'maybe I should just forget about dinner...) today, I'm going to keep this entry fairly short. But there is something I wanted to say here, and I'll probably be posting an extended version in a blog to come.
It's about the pandemic.
Look after yourselves and your families All of you.
Act with caution. Act with humanity.
Be careful about what you listen to. Right now, it seems as if you shouldn't worry unless the fever manifests. But before you take my word for anything, research.
Stay safe.
...I picked one of the worst possible times to get a cold.
(It's just a cold. I've had it for a few days. No fever. Congestion and some sneezing.)
(Every time I sneeze, everyone around me decides I'm trying to commit murder.)
Dixie Daley
2020-03-18 02:51:52 +0000 UTC