Tonight, on the drive home, it had rained, and mist was rising up from the roads and the creek. I put my brights on as I went through the twisty lane that follows the creek bottom just so the ghosty swirls would have more substance. Now, outside, it's raining again in the dark; and bright orange lightning against the sky. Plus, there were bagpipers playing on my walk to the car.
...no, actually I don't know what the bagpipes had to do with anything, either. Except that I seem to really like bagpipe music now. It makes my subconscious say "you're at the Renfest! Yay!" (Much the same way rainy summer evenings signal camping trips to me, actually.)
Speaking of Renfest, my conversation with
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I want to do Earth's Stargate address. (Actually, I want to do two of these shirts; the first one, with the Stargate address, in plain muslin, to see if I like it, because I can never have to many cream muslin peasant shirts. If I do, I have this wonderful, soft, slate gray wool that I could sew another, more formal one in; that one, I would just do minimal embroidery: just plain black, the runes Sifl, Simn, Pirr, and Ges at the collar and cuffs; but that would be for later; I really don't want to mess up that fabric.)
So. ( Earth's stargate address )