wherein Liz works hard yet gets practically none of her to-do list done

Today was a day of interruptions.

Often productive interruptions! We rented an apartment and made a good start on renting two others, all of which have been sitting vacant for too long and it is GOOD to get people in them.

But still. There are so many other things I was planning to do, and I did, like... a third of them? *headdesk*

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In other news, when I did laundry on Tuesday, I accidentally walked off and left my summer blanket and my fleece throw in a dryer, because they're not part of my normal laundry routine (I wash the blanket once a year and the fleece twice, when I swap my bed from summer to winter and back again). I realized that at, quite literally, eight minutes past midnight last night, at which time I could do precisely nothing because the laundromat closes at 11pm.

Anyway, this morning I left a note in the little mailbox the laundromat owners have on their storage/maintenance room door to ask if they had found my blankets and could I come pick them up at some point. Tonight I got a call just as I was about to leave work (half an hour late, because see above in re: day of interruptions) saying my blankets were locked in the storage room and I could come get them any time within the next half hour.

So I did, and I am relieved because I like that fleece throw (it has a flaming chalice printed on it! it is one of the most UU things I own!) and because I'd rather not have to bother finding a new, good-quality summer blanket. I mean, my current one is older than I am and beat to heck and back, but it's stretchy and has a good weight despite being not too warm (it's a loose weave of heavy cotton strands, basically) and I'm not sure I could find a commercially-made blanket in that style anymore.

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Anyway, I'm going to go eat dinner now, and then mentally prepare myself for an aggravating morning because I am trying to help a tenant transfer from one apartment to another (not usually an option, mid-lease, but there are good reasons for pushing this particular transfer through, some of which boil down to "Why did Ms. Busywork let this person rent their current apartment? It's a terrible mismatch for their needs and they're absolutely right it's not going to work long-term," and others of which boil down to "I would rather have a few days of aggravation and extra work now than an entire winter of aggravation, please and thank you") and I already know the process is going to be a pain and eat a good portion of my day. *sigh*

[Fic] "The Common Woman's Gold" -- Chronicles of Narnia

Summary: In which Aravis encounters an unexpected complication on her way to set up a moderately illegal coffee import contract. (1,110 words)

Note: Written for musesfool, in response to the prompt: Aravis & Lasaraleen: A Member of the Underclass! (undercover in the marketplace? sneaking out to have adventures?) It is also a fill for the ladiesbingo square: a member of the underclass.

( The Common Woman's Gold )

For the curious, the "Handmaid of Zardeenah" thing is a bit of headcanon I just made up this year for my Narnia Fic Exchange fill. In summary, Calormene sailors consider it Very Important to have at least one girl to young-ish woman on every ship to act as a stand-in for the goddess Zardeenah and perform propitiating rites for Sokda, the god of the sea and storms.

*dusts hands* Okay, on to the next prompt!

(I may tweak this one a little before crossposting it to AO3. I think the end is a little thematically weak, but I can't quite pin down why. Let me know if you have any advice!)