Weekend Dream Report

 Andrew/the cats/the weather kept waking me, but when I was able to sleep I had fairly pleasant dreams:

1. I had some kind of internet-linked drop box, and an anonymous admirer was sending me small gifts, like a single chocolate, or a tube of lipstick in a colour called “Chinese Pink” which I wouldn’t have selected for myself but which turned out to look pretty good on me.
2. We visited the town where I grew up, and I suddenly remembered it had a water filtration plant similar to the R.C. Harris plant in Toronto, only slightly less ornate. It was considered an iconic work of Modernism; people painted pictures of it, and it was hosting a local theatre festival.

Behold My Fic

Two more chapters for The Bureaucracy of the Otherworld Was Surprisingly Generous When It Came to Transportation: 1940

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3