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The Honey is still sickly. We have meds and an attack plan now tho. I'm hoping sleep will happen tonight.

I got another ball of yarn cause I was getting worried about the size of the finished blanket. I'd rather have too much than not enough.

The third floor is empty. Like echoing kind of empty. Tomorrow there will be a couch purchased. Then grown up lego time will commence. That's assuming that it will fit up the back steps. I'm not going to put my shrine back up until that all gets sorted out. Need something for the bathroom too as what was in there before treesong moved in was 10 years old then and I believe died in moving it. Need an electric blanket for being up there. Its freakin cold. I know that is partly to do with the fact that its empty and there isn't anything to insulate. Still. Damn. A couch will be warmer than an air mattress.

Blurping is still happening frequently. I know that this is a long process and that fussing with it makes it more likely to be problematic. Still it excites me. Not that I want to fuss with it. Simply that it is a growing and living thing that I am fostering to be the best yeast shit it can be. A line I got from the forum is, "Mead is the artful facilitation of the transformation of bee spit to yeast excrement." I like how it is inherently humbling. Dude, yeast excrement.

I need craft glue. I'm not sure wood glue would dry clear enough for my purposes... Yes, this involves glitter.