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We were still talking when the chamberlain reappeared in the breakfast-room. The dishes had long ago been cleared away. But we were all somewhat surprised when he announced, “Luncheon is ready in the garden as you requested, Your Majesty. The prince will join you there.”
“Is it so late already?” Dariel got up from her chair, stretching her arms out as she did. I became aware that my own legs were uncomfortably stiff. “Come along then, all of you,” she invited. “I imagine you are hungry again, after so much talk. And I would like you to see the gardens.”
The chamberlain escorted our little group down to the ground floor, and then outside to the main courtyard. I was astonished by what I saw. The gardens filled the entire courtyard. Narrow cobblestone paths wound across the grass. Several trees of many different sizes stood there; I recognized willows, oaks and birches, but some of the trees were ones I had never seen before. Most of the space was given over to grass and flowers. Birdsong and the hum of bees filled the warm air. The gardens in the city had been colorful, but here I saw even more colors.
In the very center of the courtyard stood a huge oak, overshadowing a white garden-house surrounded on three sides by lilac bushes. The chamberlain led us toward it, and Dariel talked about the garden as we went.
“There have been no wars in the Five Kingdoms for over a century now,” she said. “We – my ancestors, that is – planted the garden here as a symbol of peace.”
“In what way?” Jain asked.
Dariel smiled. “In times of war, this courtyard would become a battle camp. The people of the city would shelter here. The fact that the garden is so well-developed, and the trees so tall, shows how long this peace has lasted. It is a constant reminder to us.”
Suddenly she looked toward the garden-house and waved. “There is the prince. He seems to be as eager as I was to talk with all of you.”
I looked and saw Brylent standing on the steps of the garden-house. As we came closer I saw that he was dressed much less formally than he had been the night before. He wore a white shirt, embroidered with red leaves around the neck opening and shoulders, and dark red breeches tucked into tall boots. He looked as if he might be on his way to join a hunting party.
As we all stepped into the garden-house, Brylent first bowed low to Dariel and kissed her hand. Then to my surprise, he took my hand and raised it to his lips as well. “My lady Princess,” he said, gazing at me with those too-familiar blue-gray eyes. “I thought you were attractive even last night. Today you are even more beautiful.”
I felt my face flushing and I wondered, confusedly, what Kahri would think of this. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Fynn grinning in delight at my embarrassment. Then Dariel came to my rescue. “Come, Brylent, you do not have to use your courtly flattery on my niece,” she said with a smile. “Here we are all equals.”
“My apologies, my lady,” Brylent said to me. “Although I assure you it is not mere flattery.”
“Please, call me Zania,” I said, choosing to ignore the rest of his statement.
“Very well, if you wish. And Kahri Aldien,” he went on, turning to my partner. “I do not know if you remember me, but we have met before. I was only a small boy then, of course.”
“Ah, yes,” Kahri recalled with a faint smile. “It was when I accompanied Queen Dariel and her sister to Maneset for a visit. I remember you and your brother trying to draw my longbow. What was his name again?” he mused.
“Brasent,” Brylent replied, with a trace of sadness in his voice.
“You were bright lads even then, both of you,” Kahri said as we all took seats at the luncheon table. “How is Brasent?”
“He is dead,” Brylent said stiffly. “It was a hunting accident, when he was alone one afternoon. Nearly four years ago now.”
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The Throne of the Sun, chapter fifteen
In the morning I dressed in clean clothes from my pack. Fynn had to borrow spare clothes from Jain, but we both preferred what we had over the dresses Dariel had sent for us. They weren’t as elaborate as those we had seen at the ball, but I had never felt comfortable in skirts.
When the chamberlain arrived to summon us for breakfast, we were more than ready to go with him. He led us to a small dining room, on the same level of the castle as the grand ballroom. Kahri, Risch, Jain and Yvan were already there, seated at a long table that nearly filled the room. Soon after Fynn and I found our places, Joric and Lune joined us. Joric hadn’t forgotten Ril; as usual, the little cat followed closely at his heels.
We found dishes on the table, but no food. “Are we waiting for someone?” Kahri asked the chamberlain.
“Queen Dariel will arrive shortly,” the other man informed us. “She requests that you wait for her.”
After he had left the room, Risch muttered, “I hope breakfast arrives shortly too. I’m starving!”
I noticed that my friends were all wearing fresh clothes as well. Kahri, Risch and Jain wore their old forester gear, but the other three had dressed in new shirts and breeches, doubtless gifts from Dariel. Yvan looked particularly handsome all in black, which made his hair look lighter than ever. I was glad he had decided to wear a shirt today; it was surely more appropriate in these surroundings.
We didn’t have much chance to talk privately. In a matter of moments Dariel arrived, with kitchen-girls behind her. Kahri rose when she came in, and the rest of us did the same.
“Please sit down,” she said with a smile, as the girls placed food on the table. “This is my private breakfast room. There is no need for such formality.”
We all sat down again, and she did the same. When the kitchen-girls had gone, Dariel said, “I thought you might be more comfortable talking here than in my audience room. And I knew you would be hungry.”
The meal was plentiful but simple, consisting mostly of a variety of breads, fresh fruits, and cheeses, with fruit juices, milk and tea to drink. I didn’t recognize some of the fruits, and Fynn stopped me as I was about to bite into one that looked like an orange, but with a thin, blood-red skin. “This one, you peel first,” she told me. “Otherwise, you will not be pleased with the taste.”
At least a quarter of the table was taken up with dishes of jams and preserves, and pots of honey ranging from a delicate straw color to deep amber. My friends and I indulged ourselves happily; after the rations onboard the pirate ship, the variety of flavors and even the colors were dazzling. Dariel ate more sparingly, but frequently urged the rest of us to take as much as we liked. Ril had not been forgotten; one of the servants had brought a small plate of fish just for her.
There wasn’t much talk at first; Dariel limited her questions to asking whether we had all slept well. And she asked, “Zania, did the new clothes not fit you?”
I tried to frame my reply carefully. “It’s not that, Your Majesty, but – ”
“Please,” she interrupted, “we are kin, and I think we are going to be friends. You may as well call me Dariel when we are in private. And that goes for the rest of you too,” she added.
“Dariel,” I went on. “The clothes were very nice, but I’m more used to what I’m wearing now.”
“I understand.” I could tell she wasn’t insulted. “After all, you did not grow up in the same surroundings as your mother and I did.
“But I would like you to tell me how you did grow up,” she went on. “And you, Kahri: I want to hear what you have done while you have been away. It must be an interesting tale.”
We wore away the rest of the morning in telling our stories. Kahri and I didn’t do all of the talking, of course. Dariel asked scores of questions, and our friends were invited to tell their parts in our adventures of the past year or so. I had to wonder how my aunt could manage to set everything else aside just to spend the morning with us. But she kept asking questions until most of our tales were told. I omitted only one thing intentionally: my repeated visions of Prince Brylent. Somehow I wasn’t ready for anyone but Kahri to know that secret.
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Just then there came a knock at the door. “Wait a minute,” I called out. A serving-woman had brought night robes for us, and we put them on before I went to the door.
Jain stood outside. “I thought you’d want to know we’re here,” she said, as she gave me my pack.
I invited her in. “How did you get here so soon?”
“Well, we didn’t have to walk this time. The queen sent a carriage for us.” She laughed as she sat on the edge of the big bed. “Risch was so thrilled, I thought he might faint. Joric was relieved, too. You’d been gone so long, he was sure you must have gotten lost or captured.”
“How long were we gone?” Fynn asked, sitting down in a brocaded chair. I remained standing, as curious as she was.
Jain seemed surprised. “Why, it’s well past midnight. Did you get lost?”
“A bit,” I said. “And captured for a bit too.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m glad we’ve finally gotten here,” she said. “Maybe now we can stay out of danger for a while.”
After she had gone, Fynn and I finally went to bed. I lay awake for some time, though, thinking about what my two friends had said. I had to agree with both of them. I, too, hoped Dariel wasn’t going to try turning me into a model princess. And like Jain, I hoped we were out of danger here.
But now I had met Brylent, the stranger from my vision, and the rest of my dream seemed ever-present in my mind. Somehow, I felt sure, the dream of Kahri’s imprisonment was going to come true. And that must mean there was more danger to come.
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NEW: This Dark Road Part Two: Captive fantasy adventure novel
Radjann Corthinn-Aldien knows who he is, and where he comes from. But ever since he was captured by marauding bandits and separated from his sister Arathel, Radjann has had more questions than answers -- and no way of asking them. He doesn't know where he is, or why, or who is behind his abduction. And then he no longer knows who he is . . .
This Dark Road: Captive is the second book in the This Dark Road series. Find it here.
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3/18 Monday 14°, wind chill 3° Skeet Ulrich 185
6:45 AM
But it’s supposed to be warmer today than it was yesterday. But again, it’s also supposed to be windy, so we probably won’t notice it.
I got my CoreCon-tract (ha) on Saturday, and got it all ready to mail yesterday. The table is $100 this year, so I’d better do well. Not that it’s entirely up to me. Greg said he’d be willing to spend time at my table and be my drummer, but WSS. I need to take in at least $200 to feel like it’s worthwhile.
The giveaway’s at 420. I’m planning to do more promos on Thursday and Sunday, and then not til the next Saturday. Ten days, one week, and one day.
Anyway, now that Con feels more like a reality again, I’m tempted to just spend all my working time on Dreams until I finish. I don’t think I will though. Maybe if it’s not done by the end of this month. I’m hoping it will be, but WSS because Shit Happens.
Breakfast: Oat Crunch cereal (a generic version of Life; not bad) w/blueberries, string cheese, Frigg tea
Listening to: “Rocket Man” by Elton John
Lunch: carrot sticks w/ranch, strawberry banana cottage cheese, light rye bread w/summer sausage, coconut ice cream bar
Listening to: The Atlas Obscura Podcast: “The Lighthouse Keeper”
Supper: sausage & spinach slow-cooker quiche
Watched: Sweet Tooth: “Chicken Or Egg?”
8:55 PM
I made a bracelet today, and ordered some cheap chains for pendants, and also four more snake charms so I can make two more pairs of Crowley earrings. I’m going to keep the original pair and sell the other two.
I had PT this afternoon as well. It always seems to fly by somehow. I get massage, then exercises, then all of a sudden she’s saying, “Okay, finish that and then I’ll let you go.” And I’m thinking, wait a minute, haven’t I only been here for about 15 minutes? But it’s been half an hour.
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There are some at my local zoo, but I've never heard them talk. It sounds like a little old man who's deciding whether he's annoyed at something or not.
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Fall Colors II bracelet
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Gray & Silver bracelet 1
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Kahri gave a surprised laugh, and Dariel went on. “Do not think I would not recognize you, even in those clothes and with dirt all over you. But if you are here, where is my sister? And who are these companions of yours?”
“It is indeed a long story, Your Majesty; many years long. But to the short of it: Lady Arathel and her husband are dead. And I have brought her daughter back to the Five Kingdoms at last.”
“Her daughter?” I couldn’t tell if Dariel was more pleased or astonished. “Is this her, then?” She gestured toward Fynn.
“No, Your Majesty.” Kahri took my hand and pulled me forward. “This is Zania Arathel Onisar-Corthinn, your sister’s daughter. She was born on the voyage from the Throne of the Sun to Morstan, where she grew up in the city of Ocrisia. We found each other again only a short time ago.”
Dariel reached up to remove the scarf from my hair, and studied me closely for a long moment, even reaching briefly into my mind. “She does have Radjann Corthinn’s looks,” she mused. “But are you completely certain, Kahri? If you were separated – ”
“She has the powers,” Kahri said. “And she has her mother’s bracelet.”
Dariel took my hand, examining the braided silver bracelet I had worn for so many years. “It is the same,” she decided at last. Then she looked at my face again. “Poor girl, you look completely exhausted.”
“I am tired, Your Majesty.” I was glad to be addressed directly for a change. From what I had seen so far, I thought I was going to like my aunt.
“I will have the chamberlain find rooms for you, and arrange for food and clean clothes . . . I imagine you will want baths as well?” she asked with a smile.
“I would not refuse, Your Majesty,” Kahri replied, returning the smile. “But we have friends on a ship in the harbor, and I would like to let them know we are safe.”
“I will send a messenger, of course. But first, you must introduce me to your other friends.”
Kahri did so. Dariel then introduced her own companion as Prince Brylent of Maneset, the kingdom just west of the Throne of the Sun. I could hardly refrain from staring at him. I was absolutely certain he was the man I had seen in my visions. But what part could he play in my future?
Dariel summoned a messenger and sent him to the harbor, with Kahri’s instructions on how to find the pirate ship and what to tell Joric. Then the chamberlain was called, and led us away. As we went, Dariel said, “I will send for you all in the morning, when we may have some privacy. I am very interested in hearing all of your story.”
Despite my exhaustion, I didn’t get much sleep that night, for several reasons. The first thing Fynn and I did after being shown to our room was to undress and relax in tubs of hot water the servants brought for us. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had a real bath, and I took full advantage of this one. I washed my hair as well as the rest of me, while Fynn amused herself by estimating the value of the jewelry we had seen in the ballroom. I had to smile. Even being a guest of the queen couldn’t distract Fynn from her usual interests.
I nearly fell asleep in the tub, until Fynn changed the subject. “I still find it hard to believe you are a princess.”
“So do I, sometimes. I didn’t even know I was, until a short time ago.”
My bath water had cooled, and I decided to get out of it. Fynn did the same, and we dried ourselves with thick towels as we talked.
“I hope your aunt does not decide to dress you like a princess,” Fynn continued. “The rest of us probably would not recognize you.”
“Well, I won’t insist on you treating me like a princess,” I said quickly. “In fact, I’d rather you didn’t.”
“All right, if you promise not to start acting like one.”
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“Thank you, Garen,” Kahri said, as he began to close the door. “I will put in a word for you with the queen, if I reach her.”
“I believe you will,” his friend replied. “We will meet again soon.”
I locked the door and dropped the key on the floor outside. Kahri placed Garen’s knife nearby. “Come along,” he said then. “We must hurry if we do not want to be captured again.”
He led the way back to the stairs. “The ballroom is on the next floor,” he told us. “Let us hope we can reach the queen before we are discovered.”
We went upstairs, and found ourselves in yet another lantern-lit corridor. But this one was broken at intervals on one side by doorways opening into the grand ballroom. The doors were unguarded, so for a moment we stood looking in at the dancers.
I had never seen people dressed like this before. Both the men and the women wore clothes of brilliant colors, decorated with rich embroidery. Jewels sparkled on the throats, wrists and fingers of the women, making them look like so many dancing stars. At one end of the room was a gallery where the musicians sat, playing almost non-stop. Long tables covered with food were ranged down one side of the dance floor. Those who were not dancing gathered around the tables, chatting, eating and watching the dancers.
“Where is the queen?” I whispered.
“Come this way.” Kahri led us to the right. We followed the corridor, which ran all around the outside of the ballroom, until we reached a corner. Kahri stopped at the last door on that side and gestured inward.
I looked, and saw a slim, dark-haired woman sitting on a low throne. Somehow she didn’t fit my idea of a queen, although the only queen I had ever seen was Maya of the Landlen. Dariel was somewhat smaller than myself, and she wore her dark hair in two long braids, bound by a plain silver circlet around her forehead. Her dress was rosy pink, and simpler in style than those of most of the other women in the room. She sat watching the dancers, tapping her foot to the music. Every so often, she bent over to speak to a young man who sat on her right in a lower chair. When she smiled at something he said, she looked almost exactly like my mother.
“So how do we get to her?” Yvan asked. It was a good question. Between us and the queen’s throne lay half the width of the ballroom, nearly every inch of it packed with dancing courtiers. There was no way we could even enter the room without being noticed immediately.
Kahri smiled. “That should be easy enough. Come with me.”
He led the way around the corner and along the corridor until we came to a doorway covered with thick purple drapery. “We are behind the throne here,” Kahri whispered as we stopped. “Now we shall see – ”
Just then the edge of the drapery was thrust aside, and the young man we had seen sitting beside Dariel stepped around it. “I did hear something, Your Majesty!” he exclaimed. “There are intruders!”
In a moment Dariel herself appeared, and the two stood staring at us. “Shall I send for the Guard, Your Majesty?” the young man asked.
I took a closer look at him and swallowed hard. My dream-vision had suddenly come to life before me. This was the man whom I had seen so many times in my sleep, as well as in the vision Chael had spun for me. He looked at me without recognition; apparently the dream hadn’t come to both of us.
“I do not think that will be necessary, Brylent.” The queen’s green eyes studied the four of us intently. “Are you the intruders whom the castellan spoke to me about earlier?” she asked.
“I imagine we are, Your Majesty,” Kahri said.
“I take it you are no longer under guard, then.” She smiled suddenly. “Yet you do not seem very dangerous – except perhaps to my clean floors. How did you come to such a state, Kahri Aldien?”
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“She wants us to help.”
“Three to one.” He grinned. “Tell ‘em we’re on our way.”
We’re coming after you, I told Fynn. Can you help us find you?
I sensed Kahri’s attempted protest, but Fynn ignored him. I will guide you as well as I can.
This time I led the way, up the right-hand stair. At the top, two stories up, I called to Fynn again. Turn right, she advised.
We turned into an empty but brightly lit corridor. The music from the ball sounded louder than ever now; it had to be directly above us. We slowly walked forward, Yvan watching the rear.
Just go straight to the end, Fynn told me. This level is mostly empty, so do not worry.
Zania, Kahri broke in suddenly. When you reach the guards, do not kill them. They were friends of mine once.
I’ll try not to hurt them. I told Yvan what Kahri had said, and he nodded.
Stop at the end of the corridor, Fynn said, just as we reached it. She sounded so urgent that I froze in my tracks, and Yvan walked right into me. When we had sorted ourselves out, I asked Fynn what to do next.
Look around the corner to your left, but be careful. Tell me what you see.
I peered around the corner while Yvan kept watch behind me. Some distance down another long corridor, a man dressed in the uniform of the castle Guard sat on a wooden stool, leaning back against a closed door. His head was down, and he didn’t look especially alert.
There’s only one guard, I told Fynn.
We are in luck, then. Can you take care of him?
It should be easy.
I turned back to Yvan and reported what I had seen. He nodded, and considered the situation for a moment. Finally he reached up and pulled down the lantern hanging just above our heads, then threw it against the opposite wall with all his strength. It shattered loudly, throwing flaming oil onto the stone floor.
The guard came running at once. Yvan waited until he came close, then drew his sword and leaped around the corner. I followed him with a knife in my hand. To my surprise, I found myself facing Garen, the guard we had met at the castle gate the day before.
He immediately recognized us as well, and replaced his own long knife in its sheath. “I was hoping someone might come,” he said. “I did not know Kahri was so determined to see the queen. My captain gave the order; I had no choice but to lock him up, under the circumstances. But now that you are here . . .” He hesitated for a moment, looking up and down the corridor. Then he beckoned to us. “Come along.”
The small fire on the floor had nearly burned itself out already. We followed Garen back to the door he had been guarding. I wasn’t entirely sure whether to trust him, but I felt no deception in his mind. And he had seemed willing to help us the day before.
He unlocked and opened the door. Kahri rushed out, then stopped dead at the sight of his old friend. “Garen, what are you doing?” he asked.
“You want to see the queen. I am giving you your chance.” As Fynn stepped cautiously out of the room, Garen returned her weapons and Kahri’s. “I would suggest you keep those out of sight when you get upstairs,” he said.
“You will lose your job,” Kahri said as he returned his silver knife to its sheath.
“I could not be expected to fight all four of you,” Garen replied with a smile. “Especially when you overpowered me, took my knife and locked me up.” He handed his own weapon over to Kahri and stepped into the little room, giving the door key to me. “It is humiliating, yes, but not treasonous,” he concluded.
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“He is very handsome,” the second voice replied dreamily.
The other woman made a disgusted noise. “Looks too much like his mother, if you ask me. I will not wait for you any longer.”
“I am coming!” Footsteps approached the door, and Yvan and I rushed to hide ourselves around the turn of the corridor. I heard the door open, and then the footsteps came directly toward us.
We flattened ourselves against the wall. The two serving-women, still chatting, turned the corner and walked on without noticing us. I watched as they disappeared up a stairway at the far end of the corridor.
“So we know where we are,” Yvan said, as soon as they were gone.
I nodded. “Servants’ quarters. Do you want to explore a bit, or should we just go back to the others?”
“Go back,” he decided. “Don’t want to take another chance at getting caught.”
I agreed with that, so we quickly retraced our steps and went back downstairs. Kahri and Fynn hadn’t returned yet, so we stood waiting in the dimly lit corridor. The music I had heard faintly all the time we were in the castle had grown louder now. I remembered what the serving-woman had said about a ball. This might not have been the best night for us to invade the castle.
Yvan paced about impatiently while we waited, but I sat on the bottom steps of the left-hand stairway. How long had it been since we left the ship? I thought about trying to contact Joric, but doubted it would be possible over such a distance. Our friends would just have to be patient too.
I also wondered what my first meeting with my aunt would be like. Would she recognize my resemblance to my father, as Kahri and Arstor had? Maybe she would refuse to believe I was her sister’s daughter. If she did accept me, would she want me to live in the castle with her? The life of royalty might not be so bad, after all.
“Been waiting long enough,” Yvan said suddenly, breaking into my thoughts.
I looked up at him, surprised. “Probably more than long enough.”
“Did they call you? Suppose they would, if they had trouble.”
“I haven’t heard anything.” Since he had reminded me, I cast outward with my elven-sense. I found scores of elven minds, and had to retreat quickly to keep them from sensing me in return. But they were all unfamiliar. I concentrated on Kahri and Fynn, on the parts of their inner selves that I knew.
Finally I found Kahri. I felt anger and irritation in his mind, but not directed at me. Where are you? I asked, when I knew he had sensed my presence as well.
We have been captured. Somehow I was not surprised; I had almost expected this news after our long wait. These fools of the Guard, Kahri went on. I have demanded to see the queen.
Is she coming?
They tell me I must wait. His tone was disgusted. There is a grand ball here tonight. We must wait under guard until morning.
Fynn’s voice broke in then. At least they have not thrown us in a cell, she told me cheerfully.
Not yet, Kahri returned.
Should we come?
They could help us, Fynn suggested.
And they could be captured as well, Kahri put in. I think you should stay where you are, Zania.
I turned to Yvan, who had been watching me closely. “I’ve found them.”
“In trouble, eh? The look on your face says so.”
I nodded. “They’ve been caught, and they’re under guard. I think we could get them out, but Kahri says not to try.”
He scowled. “Stubborn sistemin!” he exclaimed, clenching his hand on his sword-hilt. Then he asked, “And Fynn?”
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3/17 Sunday 19°, wind chill 3° Emilio Estevez 187
6:50 AM
Only I can gain a pound even though I have diarrhea (egg salad onions). Only me. What I really need is three more hours of sleep, for reasons I’ll explain later, but I can’t or the cats would eat me.
Must be dehydrated. Three sticks and I couldn’t get a decent drop of blood. I’ll have to try again later.
Breakfast: apple cinnamon oatmeal w/dried cranberries, string cheese, cold-brewed Bengal Spice tea
8:20 AM
So I woke up around four this morning, and couldn’t get back to sleep for ages, even after getting up to use the bathroom. When I did finally get back to sleep, which couldn’t have been much before five, I dreamed that Ryann had invited some friends over here (yeah, she was living here). I was talking to one of the girls on the back deck and fell asleep, whereupon I dreamed that I was at Mom’s and she was having a party. A party planner went to talk to Mom in the huge hilly back yard, and she was suddenly yelling, “Where did she go?!?” Mom had fallen into a sinkhole. Well, somehow she was dug out, and was still alive, so phew.
Then I woke up out of that dream and started telling Ryann’s friend about it. After that, I decided to go to bed, except I couldn’t get to sleep because the Alexa in the bedroom kept playing music, despite my attempts to make it stop. Then I had to get up anyway, because Bobby and I had to get to the airport to catch a flight. Only before we could get our tickets, we had to fill out pages and pages of forms. The alarm going off was almost a relief, though it confused me at first. But I’m still so tired.
Also we had a little dusting of snow during the night. ugh.
The giveaway’s at 351 right now. wow.
Listening to: “First World Problems” by MC Frontalot
Workout: 45:16, 4.58 miles. And it’s snowing again.
Lunch: Triscuits w/cheddar bacon & port wine cheese spreads, zucchini w/ranch, pineapple cup, 15-grain bread w/peanut butter & blackberry jam, Rebel chocolate peanut butter ice cream (this is the best of the Rebel flavors I’ve tried, though the banana peanut butter chocolate chip is a close second)
Listening to: “Africa” by Toto
Supper: chicken bubble up casserole
Listening to: “Epica Oxygene” by Jean-Michel Jarre, Ear Biscuits: “We Ghosted Each Other on a Ski Trip”
8:50 PM
394. It’s slowed down.
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