Days without rush, haste or anything else. Calm, collected, relaxed. Bad dream night to Monday. Waking up next to one another as responsible and reasonable adults. What's my name?
Sitting on a bench outside beneath a tree eating freshly baked goods in good company. Decreasing of painkillers, both in intensity and consumption. "I... that appears to have become the narrative, despite my attempts to correct it, so I'm just going along with it." Perfect English indignation.
Greek Goddess day of early morning shower and a brief return to the realm of the IT crowd (Have you tried turning it off and on again?) and RATATATA, friendly words and 311 postings, a mix of past outfits (black and gold). The soft and meditating sound of your love asleep. And Guilliman would of course retire to become a farmer in an alternative happy ending 40k. The Eisenhorn books (XENOS, MALLEUS, HERETICUS & THE MAGUS - Eisenhorn the Omnibus) were a good read. Now that is a role Henry Cavill would do great in.
First Exalted March for Spice. A mixture of emotions for me. Political Pride. Not for me. Made me want to revisit the first Pride speech draft I wrote. Purple perfume, purple pen with silver name. Spice looks good in red. I like my berries non-synchronized.
Once Spice was dropped off at the airport, I went to the international arrival location. Sort of wanted to begin the visit anew. I'll be back in Frankfurt later this month.
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Un-marked Exalted March, as it was in my adopted hometown, and thus not a proper march to me. Is this going to screw up the numbering of the Exalted Marches? Yes. Do I care? No.
