When real things happen to imaginary people

It's 11:39AM, and I am still in my pjs.I've been out of bed for 39 minutes. Hello, unemployment!

Last night's sleep was ... fitful, I think that's the word I want. My brain was being a not-fun place as I was trying to get to sleep, and replaying things from my past that I didn't want to be revisiting, thanks. I have learned that in times like those, the best things I can do are concentrate on the sound of the Stroppy One breathing as he sleeps, and have clovisdvlbunny resting nose-to-nose with me. Both those things are very comforting.

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Today involves chores (laundry, re-starting my unemployment claim, scheduling some appointments) and writing. Tonight involves sewing, as I need to get started on making and embroidering the various bloomers I'm going to be selling at Mourning Market in Feb. Yes, I will be offering some of the "Cranky" bloomers for sale! Along with books and art prints and little fuzzy heart brooches.

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Speaking of selling, why I need to finish clearing/organizing the Storage Heap Room: I was rummaging around up there last night, searching for something in the part I hadn't gotten during the last clear-out. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I did find a vintage 70s Gunne Sax calico dress, the box where all the safety pins I ever owned went to hide, a book I had forgotten I owned, and a pair of Olde Skool batcave gothy boots, all pointy toes and buckles. With hardly any scuffing on the toes! Since I already have a pair of Olde Skool batcave gothy boots, these newly-discovered ones will be going in the "Sell!" box.