Making Our Mark

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For the first time in the mumbly-years Z and I have been together, we have actually framed and hung something on the wall. And while it doesn’t exactly scream sentimental to outsiders, there are sentimental bits in there for us. But also, it looks good, and pleases me to no end. Just got to make more fruit to go up there.

I got another lot of yarn parked in front of the house today! And it went… pretty much immediately. I’ve still got toy stuffing, but the neighbour to our right put dibs on it for his wife. Which, to be fair, I *totally* should have thought of her first. She makes these adorable gnomes, and Graeme the Gnome lives on the back of the couch under these pictures with various friends (aka, other stuffed animals).

Today has also been an affirming day. I was vulnerable to my FB friends about something, and was treated with love and respect. The tl;dr was ‘this is why I avoid all fandoms’, because of the trauma experienced in this one, please filter me out of related posts. And people are gonna make the effort. I’m doing my best to filter stuff too, so hopefully between that I can keep myself from being too stressed out/triggered.

Right. Gonna go caffeine up to see if it pokes the headache that wants to keep surfacing. Do some more Skyrim dungeoning. Think about the next step in my reorganisation thing. Party? You know it.

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