ten things to post on this heavensite
Feb. 14th, 2026 11:28 pm Update on things:
Thing One. I am obsessively running finances in order to determine whether I can afford to take early retirement. Werk is underwhelming.
Thing Two: Research which is putatively part of werk is, on the other hand, very whelming. If I didn't have werk, I could devote more time to it.
Thing Three: I am still planning the life of a selfpublished novelist. Another reason to retire.
Thing Four: The sister sends photos of her over-wintering in sunny Egypt every single gloomy January and beyond day. And there goes another reason to retire.
Thing Five: I have written 1,700 words of Dudley/Draco secretary fic omg. If I retired, I could write 17,000 words.
Thing Six: I watched Everest on iplayer. The book by Kracauer was gripping, and so is the movie. Studio sets, though, are studio sets. Still, I should be thankful they didn't expose actors to life-threatening conditions.
Thing Seven: T'older son's wedding looms.
Thing Eight: My own divorce looms.
Thing Nine: The dog is a dog.
Thing Ten: And now I must really to bed.
Thing One. I am obsessively running finances in order to determine whether I can afford to take early retirement. Werk is underwhelming.
Thing Two: Research which is putatively part of werk is, on the other hand, very whelming. If I didn't have werk, I could devote more time to it.
Thing Three: I am still planning the life of a selfpublished novelist. Another reason to retire.
Thing Four: The sister sends photos of her over-wintering in sunny Egypt every single gloomy January and beyond day. And there goes another reason to retire.
Thing Five: I have written 1,700 words of Dudley/Draco secretary fic omg. If I retired, I could write 17,000 words.
Thing Six: I watched Everest on iplayer. The book by Kracauer was gripping, and so is the movie. Studio sets, though, are studio sets. Still, I should be thankful they didn't expose actors to life-threatening conditions.
Thing Seven: T'older son's wedding looms.
Thing Eight: My own divorce looms.
Thing Nine: The dog is a dog.
Thing Ten: And now I must really to bed.