...but 1065 words of something else. Something strange, mostly narrative, and probably not usable for anything except to get the story out of my head so that I can hear Roald and Alessandra again. (Gah. Isn't that a name out of a bodice-ripper? But it means 'defender', and she insisted.)

Got that copost mostly done, too.

Order reigns in the bathroom, at least until morning, and the bedroom is nearly tidy. The problem with things being scattered all over is that they really didn't have a place they were _supposed_ to be...so I've been deciphering where things go.

Rambling. Bedtime.