Sunday

Ugh and blah and all that. Cloudy and cool (50) and still damp, although it's supposed to be warmer than yesterday. Woke up at about four and couldn't go back to sleep for the longest time, and when I finally did it was filled with jumbled-up dreams that I can't remember.

On a better note, the story I've been working on gave me its real name, so I'll put that up a little later today.

Argh, need more coffee.

Housefic: The Beggar's Horse

Bringing up a clean copy to post to housefic and house_wilson.
ETA: Posted.

TITLE: The Beggar's Horse
AUTHOR: nightdog_writes.
CHARACTERS: House, Wilson, an OFC
RATING: A soft R, for mention of a traumatic event that may prove upsetting.
WARNINGS: Yes, for the death of a major character.
SPOILERS: No.
SUMMARY: Sometimes a wish is all you have when there's nothing left to hold onto. 2,329 words.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Never will.
AUTHOR NOTES: If you think this reminds you of a certain classic ghost story, you're right. Sparked by a comment from takes_a_fairy, although this probably isn't the fic she envisioned. More notes are at the end of this tale; the LJ-cut text is from Walt Whitman's A child said, What is the grass?.
BETA: My intrepid First Readers, with especial thanks to perspi and blackmare_9.

( All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses ...  )

Sunday Night

So. Baked bread (whole wheat, ten-grain, pepitas). Made corned beef and cabbage (and potatoes and carrots) for dinner. Accidentally bonked the dog in the nose with the refrigerator door; I felt the very light thump!, and after a moment there was a highly indignant "yip!". Hee.

Watched Kings ... ( cut for spoilers in case anyone's watching this on the West Coast )

And so, and so, and so. Nice night.