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Finished my catalogue run...I'm tired and a little sore.
Must remember bottle of water next time. Nearly dehydrated myself. But counted houses so will make it a little easier to fold the right number.
Close on 270 to deliver to. And about 110 of those are in my side street and its off shoots. Never realised exactly how many damn houses there were in our little bit. No wonder we had our own school bus that only delivered to our side street when I was in primary school. One day mum counted 90 kids getting off the bus. Not so many these days.
Going down some of the sidestreets further along the main road today...there's some ramshackle places...and there would be no hope of saving some places in a bushfire, too surrounded and right down in the valley at the bottom of a steep hill. And I thought the houses down the bottom of our hill were in a precarious situation.

***

I know what I said, but I'll follow tangleofthorns with the snippets from unfinished/abandoned fics. Exorcising my folder.

CJ/Toby

There'd been one other door and multiple bruises over the years. And even though the chances of throwing out his back were increasing exponentially, he'd never walked away from this. From her.

*

CJ/Sam kinda but not really, with a hint of CJ/Toby

Her humiliation became complete when the rumours reached her father's classroom. After dinner, he called her into the study and asked what she'd been doing Tuesday night. The toe of her shoe scuffed the carpet as she repeated her cover story. And he frowned and stated, "That's not what I heard".

*

CJ/Toby

Like the end of his marriage, there was a note. They both believed the written word was the only way to reach him.

*

CJ/Danny

He figured they'd joined the quarter mile high club.

*

CJ/Danny

"Put the shoe down, CJ."

*

CJ/Danny

"Don't!" Danny exploded with the energy of a very small pinata. "Haven't you been around Toby long enough to know you never say that? Throw the salt over your shoulder and turn around three times."

*

The boy was honoured, a deliberate contrast to the manner of his death.

CJ dropped to her knees in front of the large stone surrounded by tributes and added her own - a single white rose.

*

Surfacing - the very first WW fic I started and was planned to be the first in a trilogy...and winema was my very first beta

Josh squinted at Sam. "How are you channeling my mother?"

"She lent me her copy of 'The Guide to Joshua Lyman' many years ago." Sam shrugged.

"Please give it back."

*

In your eyes - follow up to Tomorrow and Sweet Sighs and Broken Pleasures

Screw him.

Been there, done that. Got the UTI to prove it.

(no subject)

Finished my catalogue run...I'm tired and a little sore.
Must remember bottle of water next time. Nearly dehydrated myself. But counted houses so will make it a little easier to fold the right number.
Close on 270 to deliver to. And about 110 of those are in my side street and its off shoots. Never realised exactly how many damn houses there were in our little bit. No wonder we had our own school bus that only delivered to our side street when I was in primary school. One day mum counted 90 kids getting off the bus. Not so many these days.
Going down some of the sidestreets further along the main road today...there's some ramshackle places...and there would be no hope of saving some places in a bushfire, too surrounded and right down in the valley at the bottom of a steep hill. And I thought the houses down the bottom of our hill were in a precarious situation.

***

I know what I said, but I'll follow tangleofthorns with the snippets from unfinished/abandoned fics. Exorcising my folder.

CJ/Toby

There'd been one other door and multiple bruises over the years. And even though the chances of throwing out his back were increasing exponentially, he'd never walked away from this. From her.

*

CJ/Sam kinda but not really, with a hint of CJ/Toby

Her humiliation became complete when the rumours reached her father's classroom. After dinner, he called her into the study and asked what she'd been doing Tuesday night. The toe of her shoe scuffed the carpet as she repeated her cover story. And he frowned and stated, "That's not what I heard".

*

CJ/Toby

Like the end of his marriage, there was a note. They both believed the written word was the only way to reach him.

*

CJ/Danny

He figured they'd joined the quarter mile high club.

*

CJ/Danny

"Put the shoe down, CJ."

*

CJ/Danny

"Don't!" Danny exploded with the energy of a very small pinata. "Haven't you been around Toby long enough to know you never say that? Throw the salt over your shoulder and turn around three times."

*

The boy was honoured, a deliberate contrast to the manner of his death.

CJ dropped to her knees in front of the large stone surrounded by tributes and added her own - a single white rose.

*

Surfacing - the very first WW fic I started and was planned to be the first in a trilogy...and winema was my very first beta

Josh squinted at Sam. "How are you channeling my mother?"

"She lent me her copy of 'The Guide to Joshua Lyman' many years ago." Sam shrugged.

"Please give it back."

*

In your eyes - follow up to Tomorrow and Sweet Sighs and Broken Pleasures

Screw him.

Been there, done that. Got the UTI to prove it.