Dec. 9th, 2017

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Yesterday, I had a building headache from mid-afternoon onward. Nothing much helped in the evening, so I went to bed earlier than I normally would on a Friday. I slept about five and a half hours and woke with the headache. I stayed up long enough to take Sudafed. I think I got back to sleep for a little while after that, but I'm not absolutely sure.

I took an Amerge when I got up and started applying heat to my face and shoulders. I think the heat helped more than the Amerge. Food and some caffeine helped, too. I probably ought to take Mucinex because I don't think anything else is going to get things moving in my sinuses.

I wrote a bit yesterday and got frustrated because none of it is usable. It's all part of the Sky High arc I've been writing, but it doesn't fit with any of the WIP, will duplicate some things in one that's almost done if I go on with it, and can't stand on its own as is. It might make sense tacked on as a third chapter for And Love Is Fire, just because that's where it is in the timeline, but I don't think it adds anything to that and probably would weaken that story because of having no solid ending.

It also isn't what I was trying to write when I started.

I am so terribly behind on DW comments and emails that I can't deal with looking at the folder I've got the messages saved in. I apologize if you're waiting for something from me. It may not happen, or it might come so late that you've completely forgotten what we were talking about.

The Skyline choir spent three hours last night out in small groups (about fifteen kids plus adults) caroling to raise money. It was pretty cold by the time they finished, and three hours is a really long time out there. I wondered a bit about the choice of caroling door to door as a fundraiser, but this seems to be an annual thing, so I assume they've addressed things like the fact that many people in Ann Arbor don't celebrate Christmas and that they're pretty much knocking on doors and begging.

The new (used) laptop Scott ordered for Cordelia arrived yesterday. She can now run the games she couldn't before, and Scott moved my drives into her old machine. It didn't crash when he started it up at 18% power. I'm charging it now and will test whether or not it can run on battery power later on. Even if I can only go down to 18%, that's a vast improvement from 97%. It I have problems, I'm going to see how it does running down with just one program at a time running in case it's a glitch in something I'm using most of the time. Firefox, Chrome, TextEdit, and the mail program are the things I have running constantly. iTunes runs maybe half of the time as does Adium.

I'll probably check Firefox first then iTunes then Chrome, mail, Adium, and TextEdit in that order. TextEdit comes last mostly because I really, really don't want it to be the problem. Firefox comes first because, out of this set, it's the program that I hear about as causing people problems the most frequently.

Scott's employer gave out Christmas gifts yesterday. It varies from year to year what they give. For a few years running, it was either a ham or a turkey. At least one year it was a gift card for gas. This year, it's a $25 Amazon giftcard.
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Title: From My Heart's Ground
Fandom: Sky High (2005)
Rating: T
Characters: Josie Stronghold, Warren Peace, Will Stronghold (with Warren/Will/Layla in the background)
Length: 3765 words
Tags: Parent-Child Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Kidnapping, Supervillains, Ethical Dilemmas
Notes: This is part of the All the Faces We Were series and intended as the final story, chronologically, though there will likely be other stories set before it. I just got this idea before those.

Set three and a half years after "And Love Is Fire" and will make zero sense without that and the other two preceding stories.

Summary: Josie kept all of Will's letters. They were actual paper letters, and they came from all over the world. From the things he said, he clearly wasn't visiting those places, so she had to assume that someone else was mailing them for him. She wondered about the power set of whoever was doing it because each of them looked like something else until she was alone with it.

She didn't throw out junk mail immediately any more, not until after she'd sorted it privately.

From My Heart's Ground on AO3.

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