Finnigan's RPG

Nope, nope nope. Not having this weather. Wet and cold and it's not even Winter yet. Let's at least hope this year the leak doesn't come back at the shop, yeah?

UGH. Anyone want to go winter clothes shopping with me?

Planning on spending at least two more days on the landscaping at the Pucey estate. The cold can be handled with charms, after all, but I don't want to be doing work when it starts getting wetter and more dangerous.

Then we're on to the inside. We're still in need of furniture donations, in particular for the dorms - kids beds, dressers, and the like.

I found a gorgeous bottle of 60-year-old whiskey while cleaning out the back of my kitchen cabinets today. Who wants to do a tasting with me?

Less than one month. I haven't had cold feet yet, but I think it's because I'm the luckiest damned wizard - nay, MAN - in the entire world.

All in. Always.

[Private to Alicia] -- OK. So. I found this bottle of whiskey and I think it'll be my toast to the end of an era here at the flat. But this, of course, means we should pick a date. I'm a strong man, but there's only so much temptation I can stand and this bottle is calling my name. Seductively. Sort of like you do very late at night.