It is my goal dream intent thing to finish

The Tower

(One way or another)

by the End of November.

Which means I must advance through that cold month and the horns of Lord Soril unto the mouth of Lion-maned March, I think, all in the course of that encroaching cold. Okay, says I. I can dig it.

Two goals: edit the Desiditarod and flesh it out a bit, as I think I could probably submit that as a juvenile fiction novel, if I explained a bit more about what was going on. And it is so The Jumping Off Place for both the Tower and Legion.

I feel so sick today. I hate medication.

<<agé chose>>

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