Went to the dentist for a cleaning on Tuesday, at which I was informed that the borrowed time that a much-patched molar has been living on for the past few years has run out and they're going to do a crown. I said how about September? They said How about Thursday? So I am currently at the "...Oooohgod the novocaine is starting to wear off" stage of Yeah, That Happened. {is cross and broke}

I've shuffled the cards round and I think I've got a better handle on upcoming sequencing, pending a couple more read-throughs, so there may not be as-long-of delays as I thought. Just the usual delays. Muse has also been threatening to wander off and write up some non-canonical ideas she's been tossing out lately as one-off shorts, which if nothing else might at least get them out of my way when I'm trying to work on the narrative proper...
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