in which i am moved beyond words

Or anyway beyond Fairfield Road.

Say. I'm not as completely incapacitated today as I thought I might be. That makes it a good day. Also, it is my second-to-last official day at the Gallery, although I can actually never leave as they have bound me by my sinews and my sense of responsibility and they're taking me out to lunch next Wednesday.

( Official credits for Moving Day )

Last night I settled in with the end of a bottle of wine I had cleverly forgotten to drink until now, my new old copy of Little, Big from the T-C books sale (full list pending) and a vat of hot water and settled in for a leisurely new-home soak.

Then I got up again to patter damply down the road and tell inlandsea and her friend R. it was okay to come in and they didn't just have to lurk outside the window where only their legs were visible to me from below, like ents.

That turned out to be fun too.

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