She Must Be Truly Desperate

The human female is in her last few days of enforced inactivity.  She has read all the books, watched all the Marvel movies, surfed the entirety of the internet, and logged an impressive number of hours of “fuzz time” with the feline.

What is there left to DO?  What can possibly be done to stave off the mind-numbing boredom of her own company?

Time for the puzzle book!  It’s a nice, big, fat one, with all sorts of word games, math games, and assorted noggin-ticklers.  Pfft!  These look easy.  Here, let me show you how it’s done.


What are you shrieking about, you foolish mortal?  Oh, you mean letters are supposed to go in the little boxes?  Why didn’t you SAY so?  Hmmph.  Very well.  I will put letters in all the little boxes.


Happy now?

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Simple Things Amuse Simple Minds, Part I: In Which I Commit A Great Sin

The human female is well-supplied with convalescent things to do, activities and amusements which do not require her to stir, limping, from her nest.  Her “To Be Read” pile is towering and wobbly enough that I fear it may fall over crush someone.  I’ve had to keep a wary eye on Sigyn, since she is wont to examine the titles and see if there’s anything she’d like to read as well.

Today the human female is engrossed in a novel.  Hey, you!  Isn’t it time for some medicine or something?  Or a shower?  You are looking more than usually unkempt.  You go work on that and I will save your place.


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