I'll say hi to the gulls and the dead tiny crabs

I did Yuletide again this year, despite having fallen off the face of the internet. And it was splendid, as it tends to be.

The stories I received? AMAZING. And FUN.

Observe and Detect, by Shrift. Castle, Esposito/Ryan.

Office Chairs, by My_Young_Friend. Castle, Esposito/Ryan. (Yuletide Madness)

I wrote Preoccupation, for Lorelei. Nero Wolfe - Rex Stout, Goodwin/Wolfe. I have some issues (creeping suspicion of having committed subconscious line-theft from favorite ficwriter, wry amusement at own inability to finish before last possible goddamn minute, etc.), but am quite pleased at having written something. Thank you, Yuletide and, especially, Yuletiders, for all the goodness.

This morning I am going for a walk on the beach. Better: my emotional state lately (not my perkiest; moody, introspective), the weather (light fog, mysterious, quiet, lovely), and my fucking wardrobe (new perfect comfortable sweater that feels like I've had it for years except for lack of pilling and stains and dog hair, thrashed jeans I can roll up to keep clear of sand and water, black boots with a strap for easy carrying) are all perfectly suited. I am fully coordinated, inside and out.