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[gwydion]

I managed to make the cupcakes before bed. (I've been experimenting with huckleberry black, and that's the version I made. I even went to bed early, but it did me no good. Three hours into the howling jag, I tried locking him out, but it was not much quieter than having him perched above my bed. Four hours in, I yelled myself hoarse in the hopes he'd hide in the other room and fall asleep there. No dice. Five and a half hours in, I convinced him to eat, but it did no good. Six hours in, I took to abducting him back to the blanket mest, holding him down, and viciously petting him, like Mahe used to do when they were young and he was like this. This changed the continuous howling to sporadic howling. He even let me have almost a whole half hour sleep after the fifth or sixth iteration. By the seventh hour, I seriously considered crating him and taking him to be euthanized, though the idea was still just distressing enough to prevent me. On the forth attempt at scooping him up and bodily moving him to his favorate sleeping spot, he finally curled up and went to sleep. An hour or so later the alarm went off. It's been weeks since I was allowed an uninterrupted four hours of sleep and with my medical stuff I really need nine.

I dragged myself out of bed and went to mail the package. I took the cupcakes, icing, and glitter sugar with me to assemble on site. It's beautiful there, by the way. They have a pond and a wild garden like the Aunts used to have back east. they keep chickens, ducks, and geese. It was smaller than average, but there was better conversation. I met some more people and saw some I liked well enough previously. I met a guy I might be interested in with more exposure maybe. I don't know if he's seeing anyone or anything, but I love what he does for a living and his passion about it and we have similar beliefs about political policy regarding disabled folks. He's part of the collective, so I hope to see more of him to see if he's interesting enough to pursue.

I suspect my cupcakes were a little weird for some folks, but the ones that liked them really liked them.

I am exhausted. I would stab someone for one blessed uninterrupted sleep.

Guess what hector is doing right now. Go on. Bet you got it in one.