So much for relaxing

My plan yesterday was to write all day. Just spend the day relaxing.

Instead, due to the imminent threat of everything falling off my shelves from the vibrations of my dad remodeling the master bathroom, I spent my day going out and buying Sterilite bins, taking everything down off the shelves, dusting everything, and storing it away until the remodels are done.

So...yeah. That was my third day weekend.

Shadowfall

The surest sign of how a series has ruined me is that I am completely incapable of reading the words "What do you want?" without immediately feeling my stomach drop and hoping that the character who is asked this question--in whatever fandom this fic is in--runs far, far away instead of answering.