you took advantage of a world that loved you well.
I am so exhausted, I think I might just fall over.
I think I did just fall over a little.
Nick, you really mustn't nap while at work. Especially face first in a pile of old documents. What would the conservationists say? You'd be sacked, so stay awake. Have another cup of coffee and try not to think about stuff. Other than Medieval construction techniques. You get paid to think about that.
But there's a lot to think about. I've got overwhelming joy on one side of my head and then horrible and heartbreaking tragedy unfolding on the other side. I can't sleep at night. I just don't have the time!
I just sit there and stare up at the ceiling and think. Then I crawl out of bed, usually untangle myself from Rita who's like some kind of octopus in that sense....and then sit in my study and do more work on that damn cathedral. Because the fan vaulting in the cloister is important. More important than sleep. And spending one night of rest with my wife.
And fuck, let's face it, even if I wanted to I couldn't get all my work done actually at work. Just yesterday I had to leave again early because my mother just had to talk to me and had to do it at that very moment, and why are you sighing, I'm your MOTHER and you need to listen to me. her words, not mine. Turns out, she just wanted to talk about the baby and whether or not Rita wanted a bridal shower. I picked up the telephone, handed it to her, and then told her to try calling my wife, seeing as we're Muggles and we have a damn telephone in our kitchen.
By the time I got back to work, it was time to go home. Klaus had packed up and sent me a note saying I needed to be on the scaffolding in the morning to check the progress. Sometimes I think I'm going to die up there on the scaffolding. I'll get decapitated because I ran into a boss stone or a gargoyle or Christ's outstretched hand preforming the sign of benediction....which would be ironic, so I approve.
Sometimes I get home early and Mathieu's still there with Rita, and I actually get to see my mate when he comes to pick him up. Best part of my day, really. Seeing Rita with Matty and then Abime's face when he gets his baby back. We had dinner together a couple of times. All four of us. I like that. A lot.
Gives me a strange sense of peace.
and Liza. Liza Liza Liza Liza....
Pregnant. Which is wonderful, because she's getting married and our babies will grow up together just like we did, so I approve. Even if I'm slightly worried about Rosi...Henri, but he loves her. He'll pick up the slack and everything will be fine.
Everything will be okay in the end.
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Weren't your parents coming over soon? Just remind me the morning of, seeing as my days are starting to mush together into one big day that won't end.
I'll pick up a bottle of wine for the occasion. Or garlic bread. Or both.
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Hey. How are things going? Feeling okay? I've been thinking. It would be good if you had a little boy and I had a little girl....or vise versa. Let's try to arrange that.
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Don't have much to say today, though I missed you dropping off Mathieu...again. How are you doing today? Care to keep me awake, or force me into doing some work? Right now it's between writing on the scrolls and building a fort under my desk.....though writing in my scroll in a fort would be brilliant......
That is me. See my wee little office? And the beard because I keep forgetting to shave? And they don't let me go home so I wear some ecclesiastical robes because it's cold in the chapter house....
My hair is a bit curlier. It's not really an accurate rendition of me.