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One knows where one is in leather trousers: in leather trousers!

Ultimately, I am psychically and mentally in a reasonable place in regards to a 4-mug tea set with a mismatched cup, even if the fourth cup in question is egregiously mismatched by being, say, a plate. (Although, all things told, tea will run off a plate in a disturbing fashion and it makes the tea difficult to drink.) I can deal with chips and with outright lack of matching: having trees instead of flowers on a cup does not bother me unduly. I am deeply okay with a lack of four perfect matching cups.

This clearly says something more about me than about the universe of tea sets.

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Love Denied
Family
Murder
Secret Societies
Necromancy
Politics
Benedict

Only one thing for it: Embarrassing facial hair.

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One of the things I truly admire about my sister is her resiliency. Taleyn has this amazing ability to look the horrors of the world in the face, stab it, and then bounce off to some other new wonderful adventure. She'd already left Weirmonken before I'd realized it; off with the military to go do something else entirely. I have trouble shifting gears.

I'm staying with Niklas for a few days until neither of us can avoid going back to Amber any longer. I feel like God threw up in my brain and Niklas needs someone to protect who isn't being gnawed on by hordes of undead. He says he can get us out of the Spire so we're going to go exploring...

If no one ever hears or sees from me again, it's because we're still exploring the Spire.

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I'm pretty sure it's all over. The fight is won. The evil smacked around a bit. Wrong things put to rights. People rescued. Cannibals killed. Rotten meat eaten at the Movable Feast.

But the insides of my head feel all off. I think I'm going to take an extended lie-down somewhere.

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Back in Weirmonken. Sitting on the steps of the Spire and eating a can of bean soup. Dame Beatrice's troops should arrive with my sister, Lady Miranda, Niklas and his men some time this morning if all goes well.

I've got to be damn well out of my mind. I am going to need serious padded walls time after this.

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I found my journal at the bottom of my satchel.

Rae sleeps on my feet. The hospital is quiet. Every inch of my body throbs. I am struggling not think about the horrors of Weirmonken but they're going to last like afterimages for a long, long time.

But at the bottom of my satchel are also two vials. One contains a small spider found in the courtyard of Rae's castle in Blukhav. The other has a small beetle captured from the steps of Silverspire. Once I can stand long enough to get my trousers back on, I will be crawling back. And taking as many people as I can.

I bet I contracted mad cow from eating all that dead, rotting flesh.

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I found my wife! She was in the last place I looked. Also, found my keys. I have left a series of communications post-it notes.

Finally coming up for air but work is work and it will no doubt drag me back in again. Drugs, gangs, dead bodies, corrupt police force -- almost as if it is a big dirty city consumed with issues. I wish I had more money for staff but it is what it is until the Crown is plausibly stable.

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I polished off a large body of work and put some of it to rest to my own satisfaction. It is, admittedly, a rather long-term project but after a round of summary judgments and a round of arbitration, things are moving in the right general direction. All good on that front.

Things are feeling a bit more settled these days.

But I am currently packing up important things -- clothing, toothbrush, papers, books, Valentine -- and planning on a long weekend in Paloma hanging about with Adrianna in my father in law's house. I am feeling the tinges around the edges of an episode and feel it best to simply be somewhere quiet for a few days. It was a hard call between heading home to Begma City and Paloma, but I am less likely to get frowned at upon sitting about without trousers in Paloma.

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I have been so tremendously busy that I just realized that I am not currently home trying to score up tickets for the All Begman Song Contest. Not that it is particularly... good, really, and in all honesty it is pretty horribly awful but it is an excuse to drink rather quite a bit, pretend to be engaged, and tick off marks on little not very secret ballots. Then I could come back to Amber and hum the songs for a week until they drive everyone around me to complete and utter distraction and they throw muffins at my head.

Mornings like this I truly believe that if we had an All Golden Circle Dance Contest we could end war and strife and let member countries just dance it off with a catchy song and dance routine.

Although I am a bit nervous about a Rebman Entry. It would be rather inappropriately jiggly.

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It isn't so much the luring staff away with free Montevalnan vacations as it is luring staff away with free Montevalnan vacations in Serminia. While certainly I have a Cheap Day Return to Montevalno, it is to Paloma in specific which is superior in every way.

Also, this muffin is like a stone. One could kill by digging out these cranberries and flinging them like deadly missiles. (phew phew phew) I need to send someone out to the bakery up the street.

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The last time I was in a duel, I cheated and shot my opponent with a pop gun and then put his soul in a broach. This time, I hit my opponent once lightly with Nex Fovi and then offered him cookies.

Granted, they were Valentine's cookies. But better they get eaten then going stale. Nothing in the universe worse than stale, unloved cookies. One must have cookie standards!

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This job has its share of miseries: the cold, the wet, the smell, getting robbed, mounds of paperwork, terrible muffins with suspicious cranberries and occasionally putting myself up to get stabbed for the right to living a life unmolested down here in the Lower City.

... Well, unmolested by those other than your neighbors, that is.

I am still unclear what other choice I had.

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My Begman republican sensibilities say one thing; my knowledge of how the universe actually functions says another. I want Freedom and not Dictatorship, Liberty or a jar, but I also want a place to keep all my stuff.

And so on.

In the face of impending Civil War and the Golden Circle spinning off into the cosmos leaving little glittery tails in their wake and the Seas rising up to meet the Stars, I continue to go to work, worry about trade groups coming to complain about Crown tariffs on coffee, think about the gangs of New Lyonesse, and eat muffins. I have a new Watch Commander and it is Niklas Shadowdancer-shaped. We haven't had major issues from all the ships in the bay (yet).

Etc. and Etc. and Etc.

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Some small lizard hindbrain is telling me in quiet strobing colors of pinks and greens that perhaps all the ships now in the bay before the Docks full of men with guns drinking rum is not the best possible thing for the City.

But then the part of my brain who wants to smoke a big stogie and say "Hrm" rather alot and be surrounded by sycophants hoping to leverage off the Mayor's (somewhat imaginary) power says that loads of ships in the bay? Men in port? Why, that is money to the City, boy! Cash! Willing to spend! And money to the City means money to... well, the City!

Then I ask myself: why do I not have hordes of sycophants? Why do I not have a stogie? Why do I not say "Hrm?" And I stop listening to the small lizard brain entirely.

Also, my sister needs a hug.

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It is either a sign of the times or a sign that I am becoming jaded and cynical that absolutely nothing surprises me any more. I attend events simply to have be reinforced in my assumptions; nothing more. Although the little nibbles circulated in the before-party were rather tasty if not a bit unidentifiable.

However, I clearly need to start walking into Courts, foreign and domestic, with every possible Court case I can even contemplate because off the top of my head is not a winning strategy. The only time I can be beaten in Court is if I am caught flat-footed in an unfamiliar legal system.

Also, donuts. The position of the Office of the Mayor comes entirely with breakfast pastries.

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On reflection, I will give the Regent Emrys of Weirmonken a solid and respectable 7.5 but give the Viscountess of Blukhav high marks with a 9. Although I am relieved that we were not descended upon in a more public place.

Someone, and I am not mentioning any names but she looks suspiciously just like me and even has some surname bits in common, clearly wandered off to have some serious Girl Talk after tea the other day. And it went horribly awry.

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1. A bicycle and goggles are good things to have in the Lower City for any number of reasons.

2. *Lady Beatrice Solaris does not approve of my unrequited man-love for Regent Emrys of Weirmonken.

3. I have donuts which, in my opinion, are an upgrade from muffins.

My work list is rather quite long right now, much of which requires me to go to various minor invested parties all over the Lower City and explain to them why and how the new Government is good for them and their people/business/drug trade. Politics occasionally looks a bit like sales.

* A tiny joke! Honestly!

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Sitting on the porch this morning. I have donuts.

An insane last several days: Kings and Crowns and weddings and my sister (whom I love) and banking and troops and walks to Montevalno and Feldane and inexplicable insanity and little tiny sandwiches with tea.

Yet I have donuts. And a cup of coffee!