A Complete Waste of Time

(or: At least it is exercise for an aging brain)

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I was going to title this "She's baaaaaaacccckkkkk" but didn't.

Surgery worked great, I am back on my feet (though there is some residual pain--nothing like it was), my garden is growing nicely and I hope to start some renovations on my house soon. Finances are pretty tight, so I have to take that slowly.


I am going to take my granddaughter to see her daddy in the UK in July and my daughter-in-law knows I am a big Torchwood fan and so they've added a trip to Wales to the itenerary and I am so excited.

Passports are expensive.

So are 5k-mile plane tickets.

So the belt has to be so tight I can hardly breathe.


I am just about ready to start writing again. I'm afraid Fred (my muse) has suffered very badly due to heavy pain, heavy pain killers, surgery and physical therapy and a long list of other things, including getting used to being retired, with no immediate incentive to do anything in particular. I have started writing again, however, and hope to have the last chapter of What happened to my life completed soon and all remaining chapters uploaded to Epic Proportions soon. So don't way you weren't warned.

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Well! It will do you good to travel after all your miseries.And if you get to Cardiff, you must go to Ianto's shrine. Snivel a little. Take pictures. Stand around looking bereft.Tentatively read the fading relics: weather tattered love notes and sympathy cards, desiccated wreathes with words of condolence.Maybe leave your own tear smudged message of unwavering devotion. Enjoy!

And if you also find yourself in Terry Pratchett territory, tell him I love him. Him diamond.

Where does Pratchett live? I worship him. Him diamond indeed. And yes we will probably visit the memorial.

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