Arctic sea ice shrinks to tie lowest level for winter | AP News
Arctic sea ice has shrunk to a tie for its lowest winter peak on record. Winter is when ice grows, but not as much as normal this year.
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Arctic sea ice shrinks to tie lowest level for winter | AP News
Arctic sea ice has shrunk to a tie for its lowest winter peak on record. Winter is when ice grows, but not as much as normal this year.
October 25
Fictober, Prompt 25 - "Do you know what time it is?"
Original fiction, fantasy.
Warnings: implied but unspecified looming disaster.
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The door creaked open behind me.
“Do you know what time it is?” she asked softly.
Groggily, I lifted my head from my arms, blinking in the guttering candlelight. “’m awake.”
She laughed, and I felt her hands settle on my shoulders. “That’s not what I asked.”
“Late,” I mumbled then head falling back to my arms. I had to get this spell right, or we would be in trouble—
“There’s time yet,” she reassured me, understanding my answer. “Come, get some sleep.”
I sighed, silently agreeing, but didn’t raise my head just yet. Obviously I wasn’t going to accomplish anything more without at least a few hours’ rest, but the delay rankled. We did have a little time, but…
Lifting my head again, I peered through the window as best I could.
Outside, ash was still falling.
Through the thick, clouded glass, you could almost mistake it for snow.
We had a little time, but not much.
Still, I rose with her gentle hands to guide me, and blew out what was left of the candle. The delay would be worth it if rest would actually let me accomplish something again. I followed her out into the main room and joined her in our bed. The fire was banked and low, but her warmth lingered under the covers, and she pulled me close gladly.
Fortunately, getting up had not woken me enough to set my brain racing, and I felt myself drifting off properly almost as soon as I settled against her shoulder, and even the last, niggling little thought was not enough to keep me awake.
Outside, the ash was falling.
Tyranny of Perfectionism
Finding the paper of an injured one
on your desk
You say gaps in employment: lazy
No facebook profile: psychopath¹
Involuntary termination: untouchable
Banned for life
By Human Resources orthodoxy
You then fume about
The laziness
Of the unemployed
Give intrusive personality tests
To see it to it that those who are wobbly
Are shoved into the bog
Instead of brought back to health
And so your…
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