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Blood sacrifice for the darkest days
The Solstice Tree is up. (From the ones culled off the Firefly campsite.)
Most of my fingers are intact.
In the event this is not patently obvious: Do not try to wipe the blood off your Leatherman with a(n as yet undamaged) bare finger.
(On the other hand, I'm the ijit who, last Saturday, actually tried to don toe socks over my tights before I realized the holes, or lack thereof, in such a plan. Soooooop-er Geeeeeeeen-yus)
Most of my fingers are intact.
In the event this is not patently obvious: Do not try to wipe the blood off your Leatherman with a(n as yet undamaged) bare finger.
(On the other hand, I'm the ijit who, last Saturday, actually tried to don toe socks over my tights before I realized the holes, or lack thereof, in such a plan. Soooooop-er Geeeeeeeen-yus)