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I know, I know, I know, the grand pageant of life is passing by un-snarked-upon... I've just been feeling very disinclined to get anything of Substance done since it's been getting dark almost as soon as it's light out. Still contemplating the basic structure of Cover Letter, Version To Agents Edition ("Dear Santa, all I want for Xmas is a literary agent" [...scribble scribble scribble]) and apparently that pursuit's got all circuits engaged, I haven't been able to do anything but mindless manual stuff like knitting and D2 MF runs. But I've got to at least check how the eBay auction for last week did, even if I'm not exactly alert enough to tackle the talking-to-winning-bidders part (tomorrow's soon enough for that), so here's a brief note to let anyone who's been following along know that it's not the Colorado Killer Flu or being run over by the proverbial bus that's got me offline, just the ordinary Winter Drearies...
(...hey, wow, I made exactly that last $200 I was needing -- now if Mum can get it together to pay me back the big lump I loaned her for groceries on Saturday anytime soon, maybe there's finally a glass-fusing kiln headed my way on a timescale of months instead of years. Woo. But I'm still not tackling the @!##$ bidder-emails until tomorrow.)
(...hey, wow, I made exactly that last $200 I was needing -- now if Mum can get it together to pay me back the big lump I loaned her for groceries on Saturday anytime soon, maybe there's finally a glass-fusing kiln headed my way on a timescale of months instead of years. Woo. But I'm still not tackling the @!##$ bidder-emails until tomorrow.)