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It's going to be fairly tall, but in scale for the neighborhood. My understanding is that a lot of the young, homeless men in this area are also GLBT, minus the L technically, but maybe not in spirit. Two spirit guys. This also fits around here.


Got out the heating pad, thanks to Class's reminder earlier this week. And, thank you for the reminder. I didn't want to shift him to put it under, so I draped it on top. This seems to be working, we went out for an hour or so, and he was still there on our return. With a warm butt. He's gotten up since, and the pad is under the blanket now.

Eleanor took over the sheepies, likewise unmoving during our absence.



We drove up the canyon, got out of the toxic air for a while.

Stopped at a small comic book shoppe, doing the small business saturday a day early. Don't tell, ok? We needed to get out rather badly.

And 23 years ago, on the Friday after Thanksgiving, D and I were at the armory, packing and sorting out paperwork to be sent off to GWI. We count this as our anniversary, (observed). Have not spent a day away from each other, although a few only talking by phone, since. Mostly together, minus the odd, short, work trip. Seems to have turned out very well indeed.


So many left-overs, need eating up*. We're working our way through them. Stuffed peppers for breakfast.



*

‘Needs eating up.’ That was a phrase of Sybil’s that got to Vimes. She’d announce at lunch: ‘We must have the pork tonight, it needs eating up.’ Vimes never had an actual problem with this, because he’d been raised to eat what was put in front of him, and do it quickly, too, before someone else snatched it away. He was just puzzled at the suggestion that he was there to do the food a favour.

- Terry Pratchett, Thud.