mythopoeics

( and the evening glow leaving )

[She'd woken up in her own bed, which was nice. Relatively speaking. She was sharing the bed with several tree branches, which was less nice.

A glance at her clock told her it was Sunday. Easter. The whole Friday to Sunday thing wasn't lost on her, but it didn't exactly lighten her mood. At least she'd been out of it through much of Friday and all of Saturday, giving her a little less time to brood. Not that there'd been much time for brooding in the maze anyway, but now it was back full-force.

It was stupid, really. These were just arbitrary days picked out by a church that she didn't really believe in. What she did believe in was the image of a man nailed up on a cross and left to die. She'd seen him after that. She knew he was alive. But that didn't change how awful it had been and she really didn't appreciate a holiday reminding her of that. Or reminding her about how much of her life she had yet to figure out.

At least she'd planned ahead and gotten Sunday off. Monday would have been nice too, but you can't have everything you wish for. So Monday she went to work and smiled and pretended that her life wasn't a complete mess because of things that happened two thousand years ago.

It was exhausting.]

The problem is that now even being normal feels strange. And I guess the real purpose for living doesn't change no matter where you are or what's happening around you, but that doesn't really make this easier.

Anyway, I'm glad to see that everyone seems okay despite our latest adventure.

[Cù Sìth was not without family though sometimes he thought he could do without them. Like when his sisters felt it was appropriate to be loud while he was sleeping. Irritation finally boiled into a plan and, after they had gone out, he had slipped into their rooms and stolen all their shoes and one sock from each pair (never would he touch their undergarments, ew).

These were then carefully tucked into boxes in the attic, in the garage and even among the dogs' things. Then, to avoid being around (as more loudness would follow once the girls were back), he took Kira, Ramsey and Arthur out for their walks. It was from the park he typed up a post.]

[Filter: Aubrey]

Aubrey. There's a party I'm going to this weekend. Come with me. Bring some pals. It's an ABC party. If you know what that means, bring the right pals.

[Filter: Public]

I wish we were still in the maze. I'd have won. Just like when I found the General's niece first. :)

Hmmm. Arthur's drooling on my shoe.