The druid had just gone to work with the driver, a friend who has driven taxis for a number of years, and provides his service to the druid for a reduced fee There was a wet, used towel on the floor next to the tub. To me, it’s just a dirty towel on the floor, another dirty plate in the sink

What is the best thing to happen in the last ten years? Call the first round practice) I originally found my way here because a friend offered me a place to stay, back when the ex was trying to kill me It was a very fun year

We were in the backseat of a friend’s car, separately friends of the driver who was on her way to drop off a friend she and the druid knew, and that I did not know I oh-so-subtly let my hand rest on the middle of the bench seat, between us We often squeezed hands, again meeting each others’ eyes with smiles.

We Will Go Home – King Arthur The druid and I were speaking the previous evening I’m not even sure how the conversation started, but he was in the midst of watching outtakes from such movies as The Last Samurai and LOTR: ROTK And started crying a little.

I’m listening to 40s music on a station on Pandora Did you know you are allowed only 40 hours of music a month before they cut you off? Anyway, it makes me want to write a NaNo-style novel about some young adult female in wartime

Sorry about the comic thing, I’ve been very amused by it Sorry for the spam. There’s now a fourth household member, for as long as he needs it Meet Tank, the dwarven viking among other things In the meantime, Tank and the druid spend a lot of time together, and Tank and I have a chance to connect too

The druid was innocently sitting out on the balcony, sipping at the coffee I’d warmed up for him, when I had a sudden brainfart, and stopped working on my laptop to regard him. “Can I trim your moustache?” It went well, I trimmed the long hairs to just above his upper lip. “Can I trim your hair while we’re at it?”

The druid had a day off a couple of days ago, and so we escaped the house on a rare outing on the west end When the lightrail ended, we hopped on a bus and wester (I do love murdering English) we went It was a very warm day and the druid was happy to get out of the sunlight and into varied places with AC

The druid, upon waking, imperiously requested chicken, and soup. I thought about it a little more, and seasoned the chicken breasts with salt, pepper, thyme, and sage. With the chicken grilled and cooked, I diced the chicken into bite-sized pieces, dropped them into a bowl, and ladled some of the soup-and-corn-and-carrots on top

I was putting laundry away, and while hanging up the druid’s shirts, remembered the small pile of shirts in the other corner of the room, which I have yet to put away Back in April, the druid was faced with the very painful decision of having to move 500 miles away