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friday.
We deep-cleaned the apartment after K. got home from work. Then, I made ribeye steaks pan-fried in garlic-infused butter and with oven-baked potatoes as a side, plus some fried tomatoes and mushrooms as a topping. It was super delicious and we sat at the table for literal hours, just chatting, about writing, about fandom, about her work... I wish more days could be like this, but that "everyday feel" seeps into it a lot, because work drains her and day to day is hard for me, too. So it's mostly on the weekends we've got time and energy for these types of deep-immersive conversations. I enjoy it so much. I really love her a lot and it's not like it surprises me, but it resurfaces like a pleasant reminder every now and again.
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I really wanna get started on the second chapter tonight, but at the same time I'm (understandably) very tired and should probably do something a bit gentler for myself. Watch something. So many versions of Lady of the Camellias are available on YouTube, it's just a matter of picking and choosing. I could also rewatch Napoli... Choices, choices. This is where being tired never helped me, I was never very good a choosing what I wanted. My ideas change too much, too often. Even I can't quite follow suit.
Most likely, I'll end up editing something in the previous scenes of the fic, maybe start writing more on the Napoli welcome note for my future artist. Actually, that would be a good, relaxing idea. I might do that.
I have a wonderful cup of chamomile tea and some relaxing, lo-fi tunes in my ear. Life is starting out just right for September.

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