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[lagilman]

And the sky shaded blue into black, as the storm came sliding into town at Wren Valere’s command.


A nice chunk of writing done this morning, and we're up to some significant pyrotechnics, but now I must turn my attention to other things. Like a client's manuscript. And laundry. And maybe a walk, seeing as how the snow and sleet they promised us has turned instead into a semi-sunny and winter-pleasant day...

Or maybe I'll take a nap. There are sunlit spots on the sofa. The cats are urging napitude.