: Hello, gentlebeings, and welcome to Chapter 13 of The Truce at Bakura where ewwwwww eeesh yeeeeeeesh ew ew ew brb shuddering forever. Oh, also, people who have been involved in intrigue and covert operations and espionage all their lives suddenly have no idea how to behave in such situations, because Plot.
: Or, indeed, failure to Plot. But yeah.
: (So yeah. Consider yourselves warned. And please for the love of little kitties, don’t read this chapter’s commentary if you have had food poisoning recently, are extra-squeamish about that, or feel extra tension about parasites and such. Go here instead, I’m not kidding.)
: …OK, in respect to the parasitophobic among us, I’m refraining from a comment, but you left yourself wide open.
(Seanan McGuire is a personal friend. These days, parasites are just part of the background radiation of absurd conversations in my life.)
: On the personal side of things: Had concert last Saturday, and it went impossibly, improbably well. I’m still resting and relaxing from the impact of that, and discovering that it’s in fact going to take a while. But we’ll see.
: The concert was indeed amazing. I’m very glad I could make the trip.
Speaking of trips, my wife has just headed to England for two weeks, so in the meantime, KEGGER! Woo! Wait, no. Mass Effect, Overwatch, and a surprising number of concerts/outings. Not that she would have had a problem with them or anything, it’s just that the timing works out this way.