Stan was up with the sun, drinking a cup of coffee on his front porch, watching the sun light up the morning sky, relaxing before his time at the clinic today.

Stan woke up sneezing. Stupid allergies. Maybe the clinic would have something for it during his shift.

Stan woke up, disoriented.

He had made the mistake of trying to count the sheep, and completely tired him out.

[sorry for missing tuesday]

Stan was getting ready for his shift at the Clinic. He was frowning; almost out of reading material. Time to hit the bookstore again.

And time to stop ignoring the phone calls.

Stan busied himself, getting ready for his appointments at the clinic today.

...what had started as simple singing in the shower had progressed to...non-stop vocalization as Stan pondered aloud if he was going crazy or if Fandom had simply affected him.

He certainly felt affected, and would need to seek answers off-island. If, that is, it could be managed ( Read more... )

Stan was busy puttering around the back office, sniffling and eating lots of soup.

Stupid colds.

He had hung a sign on the front door: "Closed due to illness".

[sorry for unavailability yesterday. Crashage right after work, did not pass go, did not collect $200]

Stan was trying to get over his winter blahs by grilling on the back deck.

Ah, barbecue. Is there anything it can't solve?

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Stan had obtained the complete set of the Diana Bird series, and was lost inside.

Not literally, though, even if this is Fandom.

Stan was puttering around the house, making sure everything was set for winter, even if he wasn't sure if he would be here.

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