You’d think I’d have learned not to tempt fate by now, right? So, I sat down at nine to do another short chapter on Witchfinder. The doorbell rang. It was the furnace repairman who was supposed to come at noon, but had an opening sooner. No sooner was he done than the power company turned off our power for three hours for “grid upgrades.” By this time I’d lost my mind and decided to clean the basement which I’ve been putting off for eight years. Now I’m covered in dust, I think there’s a spider on my back, and I never gave you your extra chapter. But hey, I got the basement to where I can finish tomorrow early.
Now, I’m going to shower and spray insecticide on my back. (Not really. Stop worrying)
Oh, and “lasers” is my older son’s current all-purpose excuse. “Why did you take my highlighter” “Because lasers” or “Why haven’t you taken the trash out yet?” “Because, because, because… lasers!” So, my excuse for no further chapter is LASERS!
According To Hoyt 
Strangely, I can just hear your eldest son saying that.
OTOH… Because LabRats!
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Check that spider with a dosimeter… and if you start spraying webs all over your keyboard, well, go out and save the world, because you know that where there’s a superhero, there will soon be a supervillian. That’s the law of plot relativity, I think :-)
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In Chez Tolladay its not lasers, but “lasers made with hay.” To do it properly, one must sing it, not say it. My son, who developed the phrase, also has a complete dance move that goes with it, ending with his arms and face raised towards the heavens.
I swear by all the gods that I’m not the one who introduced him to musicals.
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I would totally be bathing in insecticide to get rid of spiders. I hate spiders.
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