WolfTag of Celeste

[ismo]

I was working on my project of putting away the Christmas leftovers. Perhaps I forgot to mention that there was a time, well a time kind of far off in the rearview mirror in this new year, when the Sparrowhawk became enthusiastic about anti-allergen pillow and mattress covers. He ordered them. Then they sat in a box on the bedroom floor, which eventually became buried under all the delivery boxes of things we were going to give people for Christmas. At some point, I had put the covers on the pillows, but the mattress cover was too much for one person. I wasn't entirely sure it was even big enough to fit. But I would have needed three or four extra hands to find out. Now that all the other boxes are gone, I thought it would be a good time to try again. I was working on it when the Sparrowhawk came in, and we both worked on it. "Pull it over to that corner," he said. You know how you have that feeling that maybe you shouldn't do this thing you are just about to do . . . but the bossy left-brained part ignores that intuitive ol' right brain and does it anyway . . . and just as you do it, you know it's not going to end well . . . . Yeah. It was like that. I heard the sound of something ripping, and discovered that I'd broken the zipper. Oh dear. My martial arts instructor used to say to me, "DO NOT BE SO OBSTINATE." Anyway, we found out that it does fit. Or would have if the zipper hadn't been broken by some over-zealous installer. So we put the mattress cover back over it and called it good. I'm sure it will sort of prevent allergies anyway. Whatever.

Then I sorted out all the Christmas wrapping stuff, which had become kind of a jumble. Now it's packed away somewhat more neatly in a box so I can see what's available next time I need it. There's still more to do. I finally got to start on a new notebook. It's only been a year and a month, which is ridiculous given how few pages there were in it. I bought this new notebook in the bookstore in Ludington. It seems like a million years ago. I wish I could go there now. It's this one: Flame Tree Book Spines Great Girls. So, possibly this could be the year of "The Worst Girl in the School." Or, on the back side of the notebook, "The Jolliest Term on Record." I suppose both at once is possible.

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[oracne]

I think I read THE JOLLIEST TERM ON RECORD! Or at least downloaded it, when I was reading a long series of school books.