I know what I’m doing with Lune, at least to start with. (Though I don’t actually know how she got herself disgraced, and should probably figure that out.)
Authorial sadism of the day: the country mice don’t realize the city mice are cannibals.
LBR tally: today it’s been blood, though not of the physical sort.
I may write some more. I mean, I don’t have anything to do until the game tonight, except clean up my office or unpack more stuff or get myself together for the trip or finish the book I’m reading or —
I still may write some more, anyway.