And I'm glad I no longer have to care. If ya wanna read it now, go to my profile, and click on 'Warren'. Hopefully you read the other 6 volumes first, though. Jumping in the middle of my series doesn't work. After all, it's basically one book in 15 volumes.
Gods, a half hour of dead time before we go to town. I totally lost it last night, and left only the vacuumin', the tub and shower of the upstairs bathroom, the beddin', and the bedroom to clean. (Yes, I do spend more time in bed than I used to. However I still need only about 3 or so of sleep a night, and on Thursday I usually go by that.) When everyone was up, I laundered the sheets, and the other two did what I didn't do. Everything was done in less than an hour and a half, and we had lots of time to kill. It was a nice, pleasant, cool, cloudy morn' with a touch of drizzle here and there. I was going to be the driver today. I didn't mind it when the weather was good. If it wasn't, then my mentor would take the wheel. The mullethead only drove when 'it' had a personal errand, and that may have been once every couple of months. Gods, that one liked driving about as much as the concept of having smallpox. I personally was neutral on driving. No opinion on it one way or the other.
No, that's a lie. It was faster than a horse, and you were protected from the weather. On the other hand, I really loved to ride; though for pleasure rather than for business.
Yes, I could go Home for a while, and come back to the time I left here. My mentor suggested I not do that for fear of making myself miserable, however.
I could understand. I also retained enough knowledge from my little trip home to be totally comfortable here, so hey. I knew everything was as it was meant to be, everything was going to stay that way, my legacy was in place, and the three of us would be leaving here unscathed as the chaos was to become unbearable. . .as if it wasn't already so.
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