John Henry Holliday is sick of these time-travelling assholes. And he gave me 2000 words today, and the entirety of the plot. Now I just have to do it justice.
A kind of wonderful thing happened today. When I went in to water the plants in the only decent window in this house (which is in the pantry: I don't know either) I discovered that my Cattleya had bloomed for the first time ever. I've had it for four years: I have only just discovered that it's fuchsia and yellow!
This one is closest to the actual color, but still too blue:
And this one shows the plant better:
In other news, so far today I have run 5 kilometers, climbed ten routes, and I am about to do yoga. I am getting off this plateau if it kills me.
If I manage to hit my goal weight, however, the evidence is starting to accumulate that I am going to be an absolute fucking monster on overhangs. They're already significantly easier--and if the plan is working, I should be building muscle while I lose that other stuff.
I'm looking forward to that.