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Today, without a doubt, absolutely rocked. For so many reasons it'd hurt my skinned hands to list them. And I'm a god. But really, you all knew that already. I tell ye often enough. Also, I'm incredibly fortunate to have the friends I have. Not many people put up with me apparently fiddling with my nipple and announcing "no, not time yet" or scream "stop flashing at me" in their direction. And all perfectly innocent.

Tomorrow's gonna be even better. Cos there'll be mead involved. And cake. And stuff of a generally delicious nature.
First, some hand-washing in soap that isn't going to strip my skin and then Vaseline covered hands under cotton gloves. There are reasons I sleep alone.

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"What's mead?" she asked. "Is it a drink? Or like those breads you brought last week? You said something about yeast. It's not something midwifery related, is it?"

I think it's time to do some educatin'. Just not in pretty shoes.