If you are up for a challenge, could request 25, 26, 27 from Sannan to Hijikata (and maybe Kondou) via Tokugawa Mobile? 😬
25. A flirty text26. A hyper text27. A weird text
@ hijikata-kun
I believe that I have perfected the ochimizu. I have taken the part of the new mixture that counteracts the bloodlust and violent tendencies.
I am now at peace with my fellow man. Or fury. For example I can now tell you how much I admire your purple eyes. I was not fully aware of it before but their amethyst depths are truly a perfect match for your brilliant intelligence and your strength of both arm and spirit.
Perhaps I can bring you tea and we can share a relaxing mid-morning break together? Remember that I am one of the few who understands the responsibilities that fall to you. I will come by in fifteen minutes.
[Five Minutes Later]
@ hijikata-kun
Please disregard and delete the previous messages!
Delete! Delete! Delete!
More work still to be done with ochimizu!
Critical formula error evident! Evident!
[Ten Minutes Later]
@ hijikata-kun
The walls are closing in on me. I can see the faces of all of you in my mind.
Thank you very much! It wasn’t my fault! I have the best muscles! I’ll kill you! Ladies first! Shut it baka! Teme!
I think I may need assistance.
Clean and oil your blade at least once a day or immediately after use.
Help! Thank you very much! Thank you very much!
[Ed.’s Note: No further texts were found relating to this episode. The Editor assumes that Hijikata-san was able to reach Sannan-san and somehow “correct” the situation.]
Poor Sannan-san. However, these are important electronic records as they provide insight into the True Shinsengumi™.
Ahhhhh! I love these text meme things so ( if it's not too specific) I would love to have a taunting Edo letter (perhaps slipped under the door) from Souji to Saito about lamp-san. 😂😂😂
In reference to THIS TEXT (aka “the text that launched a thousand other texts”) and with love to the creators of “Lamp-san” (you know who you are).
Dear Saitou-sama,
The evenings grow crisp and golden with the coming of autumn.
Despite my warm heart and bright personality, you have not been to see me in so long dear captain. I have waited patiently, day after day, night after night, hour after hour [Ed.’s note: Thank you ‘Lamp-san’, we get the point.] merely for the chance to hear your voice once again, expounding on the history of swordcraft, haranguing me for not knowing the finer points of cold-quenching (alas!), and murmuring sweet nothings about the importance of ‘oiling well’ and ‘rubbing firmly but gently’. [Ed’s note: … ]
Could you not come visit me again? To sit (and sleep) by my side? To converse long into the night about the art of sheathing and unsheathing a sword? Though I am but a chaste and innocent young bringer of light, I yearn to hear again your low, loving tones as you speak of how best to preserve a slashing edge against a thicker, heavier weapon. How could I tire of such poetry!
Most sincerely yours,
Sumi Lamp (~ you once called me ‘Lamp-san’, dear captain ~)
Addendum
P.S. How could you resist such ‘glowing’ admiration, Hajime-kun?! It’s unlike you to be so cruel to the innocent, especially after they have patiently listened to you go on about swords for hour after deliriously sweet hour!
P.P.S. I’m just the messenger, conveying the sentiments of the hopelessly deluded. Besides, you need to look on the ‘bright’ side: the events of that evening have given us a previously unseen vision of the kind of ‘spark’ that you look for in a companion.
Okita S.
Editor’s Note: I feel strangely sorry for Lamp-san.
The Text from Saitou Meme: 18, from Saito TO Amagiri
18. A drunk text from Saito to Amagiri via Tokugawa Mobile™
Editor’s Note: I assume that Saito-san or one of the Inspectors managed to “acquire” the Oni cell phone numbers from iOniSystems. Also, I did not correct all of the occasional misspellings and apparently nether did the TokuMob spellchecker.
Amagiri-san
While it would be unwise of me to give advice to one who can only be considered an enemy at the present time I have been considering this issue [Ed.’s note: one suspects over several bowls of sake] and it troubles me that you decline to use a sword notwiagkdjomf [Ed.’s note: notwithstanding?] the advantage it provides in battle in terms of reach and damage.
Although upon consideration the latter point is perhaps less relevant as between your own kind since slashing damage seems to heal very quickly. Except that it must be extraorfidhfjlly [?] difficult to sever a neck or pierce a heart without a sword. If you have a good technique for stopping a heart with a blow I would be interested in knowing what it is. On the whole however I am led to believe that [obscure character limit]
your technique is primarily aimed at non-lethal combat in accordance with other comments you have made. Given that even you find Kazama Chikage’s behaviour to be rpugga repugnant at times your decision not to use a sword appears to be foolish. This is a word I have heard you use before. By the way the Shinsengumi have not forgiven you for Heisuke’s injury and we will probably avenge him at some point. [Ed.’s Note: this threat doesn’t sound very emphatic. Or imminent.]
[Ed.’s Note: one can imagine Saito-san reading over his text at this point and recognizing having strayed from the key topic (swords).]
I am writing to suggest what type and make of sword to choose in case you decide to start using a blade. Apparently I have already given my opinion to the lamp and now it wants me to direct my advice on swords elsewhrtr.
Upon consideration I find this unlikely since I have no reason to give a lamp advice on sword selection since it has no arms.
Here is my advice:
Ed.’s note: A tedious fulsome discussion about swords follows, broken only my TokuMob’s strangely shifting character limit. The learned although occasionally misspelled dissertation is interrupted as follows, and there is no further text:
Saito-san Thank you for your text. I must advise you that we will be changing our phone numbers shortly. I trust that one day we will be using the same cellular system. Regards, Amagiri K.
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Would you do a letter (or the Edo text thing) from Saito to Yamazaki; A late night text.?
And so, TokuMob™ is back in business!
For previous episodes on Tokugawa Mobile™ and how it can affect your Edo-period AU check out my blog under #text meme and #tokumob. (Naturally the Oni have a better system with i Oni Systems™ or iOS™.)
Yamazaki:
Come to Sumi in Shimabara immediately.
Situation CODE PURPLE.
VC shows desire to compete with RED in matter of belly dancing.
Will attempt to prevent VC from removing clothing.
When you arrive state that matter of importance requires urgent attention. We will extract VC from Sumi and escort to hq.
MUST AVOID CATMAN AT ALL COSTS upon return to hq. If possible I will locate a stray as we approach hq to use as distraction while you assist VC.
💌 no 21.A long text from chikage to chizuru (thank you)
The story SO FAR:
Chizuru, frustrated with the Shunmingsimi captains (and Hijikata-san), has managed to down a saucer of sake, send a loving text to Kazama expressing her annoyance with the group-of-ronin-with-a-long-and-hard-to-text-name, send a drunk text to Sen (asking what to do because of text #1), and send a concerned text to Kazama that was actually intended for Sen.
See Part II: A New Hope HERE. See Part III: Rogue Text HERE
DISCLAIMER: The author takes no responsibility for the vagaries (or indeed the existence) of Toku-Mob™ “The Official Teleservice Provider”™ of the late Edo period. 👘⚔️
DISCLAIMER TWO: Any resemblance between iOniSystems™ and the name of an existing operating system is unintentional and–ah heck, who am I kidding? Besides, if Apple notices this post then that’s AWESOME. 😉
Part IV: Return of the Oni
If had been over two years since Kazama had first seen the long-lost Yukimura Heir. His original interest in her had been unfeigned, but not personal. Since then, however, she had by turns angered him, defied him, resisted him and ultimately intrigued him. Although his confidence had never wavered, Shiranui’s jeering after one of their encounters with the girl and her self-appointed, self-righteous and undoubtedly self-serving guardians, had troubled him enough that he had spent considerable time attending to other matters before his thoughts had turned again to the young woman who–he was quite certain–would one day be his wife.
And then, out of the blue, he had received a very strange text, purportedly from Chizuru, speaking of affection for him and (reading very carefully between the lines) disgust for the human males with whom she had demanded to stay. He had been trying to compose a suitable response ever since (at least, ever since he had gone through Shiranui’s sent items to ensure that the original text wasn’t just a prank).
A second text, asking in plaintive tones why he hadn’t written back, convinced him to curtail his response so that he could begin his journey back to Kyoto at once in order to rescue Chizuru from the grasp of her drunken companions. Kazama read over his text–well, it would be a series of texts, thanks to the character limit prescribed by iOS–and deemed it acceptable.
My dear wife, it troubles me to hear that you are in such distress. Far be it from me to say that I told you that remaining with human scum would eventually lead to unpleasant consequences; however, I must point out that you would never have had to spend such an unpleasant evening had you accepted your place at my side from the start. I do not intend to reproach you for your unkindness, or for your lack of appreciation–not to mention gratitude–but I am very pleased that you have finally seen for yourself that the so-called Wolves of Mibu are nothing more than drunken, ill-behaved louts with little to recommend them and no qualities of consequence, especially when compared to (continued next text)
a pureblood Oni such as myself. I assure you that, unlike some, I will always have the courage to speak my mind and, in particularto let you know that I desire you at my side. I trust that you will be a more compliant and agreeable companion now that you know that I only want the best for you. Once my duty to Satsuma is done, I will gladly make wedding arrangements for us. In the meantime, I will at least remove you from the company of those whom you rightly stigmatize as cowards. I am indeed very loyal to the idea of marrying you, dear Chizuru.🎎
I will be with you as soon as possible. Please await my arrival with every confidence in the felicity of your life to be.
Most sincerely, Kazama Chikage
Barely pausing to press “send”, the blond Oni swept out of his room, his features set and his movements purposeful. He was presently somewhat south of Kyoto, but an Oni of his abilities could be in the capital in a relatively short time.
“Amagiri!” he called. “I am leaving for Kyoto immediately!”
“Yes, Kazama-sama.”
With his usual near-miraculous efficiency, Amagiri was indeed already prepared for a short stay in the capital. Mind you, Kazama had been forced to show him the initial text in order to gain his help in tracking down Shiranui.
“I received a second text, Amagiri,” he told the bigger man as he donned his favourite haori.
“Indeed,” murmured Amagiri, unsurprised. “Then I take it that we will not be going to Kyoto after all.”
“What? No!!” Kazama smirked at his doubting vassal. “No, Amagiri, it is not what you think. Chizuru sent me a second text wondering why I hadn’t responded and begging for my advice and assistance.”
Amagiri looked puzzled, but he bowed obediently. Without a backward glance, Kazama left to pursue his destiny.
“Strange are the ways of love and fate,” commented Amagiri, hurrying along behind Kazama. “But stranger yet are the ways of Tokugawa Mobile™ and iOni Systems™.”
THE END (for now)
Author’s Note: Thank you to the Anon or Anons who sent me the requests forming this series of drabbles/ficlets/bizarre children of my overactive imagination. Thank you also to @very-x-vice. I am capable of writing serious pieces… just not at this moment, it seems. 😉
I hope that you and others have enjoyed the result nonetheless. 😅
To those still waiting on requests: I am working on my various projects in order (more or less), so please be patient with me. Arigatou gozaimasu!
Right! So now that we have Tokugawa Mobile™, forget letters, this is the Edo period with cell phones! And we are not going to think about that too hard, right? 👘⚔️ … with cell phones.
First, a little background… **
It was late evening, and Chizuru was out with the captains—and Hijikata-san—on one of their “celebration dinner” trips to Shimabara. She appreciated being included, but as usual the dining had turned into drinking and it was starting to get to the point where she would probably need to get back to the compound.
She eyed Saitō-san hopefully, since he or Okita-san usually walked back with her once Nagakura-san’s flirting became more… serious… but the Third Division Captain appeared to be lecturing a nearby lamp on the advantages and disadvantages of Bizen-crafted swords. That was a bad sign, since it was a clear indication that Saitō-san was far more intoxicated than he appeared at first glance, which meant that the others were likely far worse. Chizuru gave up on Saitō-san altogether when he told the lamp in menacing tones that if it didn’t understand the key aspects of cold-quenching techniques then he would have to provide a short—but comprehensive—summary of the theory before going any further.
Chizuru’s gaze travelled around the room. The evening had been more riotous than usual, she realized with concern. Hijikata-san was blinking drunkenly and with increasing irritation at the baka trio, who appeared to be competing in a game of who could make the most convincing bird calls. As far as Chizuru could make out, Heisuke-kun was intent on perfecting the sound (and actions) of a frightened duck, Nagakura-san was either imitating a goose or his version of Harada-san snoring (his explanations were addressed to the ceiling and mostly incomprehensible), and Harada-san was leaning back against the wall with his hands behind his head emitting occasional warbles in an improbable falsetto.
And Okita-san? Chizuru sighed. Okita-san had apparently smuggled two kittens into the fancy geisha house and was teaching them to hunt wildlife—or rather the hooting, honking and warbling members of the baka trio. She had some hope that he wasn’t actually drunk until he paused for a few minutes to argue with Saitō-san about swords but addressed all of his comments to the lamp and became sullen when it wouldn’t respond.
Chizuru was suddenly overcome by an uncharacteristic wave of annoyance flavoured with a sprinkling of self-pity. There they were: the handsome, talented, oh-so-feared Shinsengumi leaders… and not one of them had a single thought in his head for her, despite having invited her to come along. Her eyes fell on a single, unopened sake bottle and a miraculously clean saucer, and for some reason it seemed as though the universe had thrown her a challenge. “Drink me,” the sake seemed to whisper to her. “What are you afraid of?” ***
Moments later, Chizuru was sipping cautiously but with determination at a brimming saucer. The harsh taste of the alcohol made her blink, and for some reason a vision of a ruby-eyed, blond-haired demon flashed into her mind. Glancing around the room as she choked down a second mouthful of strong liquor, it occurred to her that at least Kazama-san remembered that she was a girl and appeared to want her, even if his reasons were a little suspect and his personality somewhat… difficult. The third mouthful made her throat burn but she didn’t care: after all, if it was good enough for the Shingensumi, it was good enough for her.
Chizuru stared down at her now-empty saucer. She had to face facts: at least Kazama-san wanted to kiss her; it had been embarrassing and moderately terrifying when he’d tried, but he had been genuinely interested. The captains of the Sengumshimi had all stared at her or smirked–well, except for Saitou-san, who had looked away muttering something about not being emotionally prepared.
The saucer was now empty and Chizuru’s head was buzzing. Her tongue felt odd and she could tell that her cheeks and ears were bright red. The sake bottle suggested that a second saucer would make her feel better, but she declined politely. The ruby eyes hadn’t faded from her vision; in fact, their expression had gone from hard, to amused, to quizzical–as if the owner were wondering why she was with the Shungimseni instead of him.
Chizuru fumbled in her left sleeve and brought out her cell phone, smiling fondly at it’s soft pink exterior. Kondou-san had insisted on giving it to her, and she felt a pang of guilt, knowing that he wouldn’t approve of how she planned to use it. She sighed, mentally apologizing to the Commander as she stared at the entry for Kazama C in her contacts. The quizzical eyes now watched her from above a slightly sharp nose and an attractive mouth. After a moment she decided on a text, since she needed to express her sentiments properly.
Hello Kazama-san. This is Yukimura Chizuru. I hope it’s okay for me to text you but I assume it is since you must have added your information to my phone at some point. It’s a very nice picture of you by the way. ❤️ I wish you were here. Unlike SOME OTHERS you have always been BRAVE enough to tell me that you want me with you. The more I think about it the more I realize that you have been very loyal to me. ❤️ Also maybe you were right when you said that you understand me better than they do. I hope that I see you soon. Love Regards Sincerely Please stay well ~ Chizuru
It had taken longer to type out the message than anticipated, thanks to her slightly inebriated condition. Chizuru reread the message a little doubtfully, and then decided it would have to do. She hoped that Kazama-san would understand. Her finger hovered indecisively (and a little drunkenly) over the send button, and then it was gone.
The apprehensive feeling in her gut vied for attention with her general state of fuzziness. She tried to curl up in a corner to doze while waiting for a reply from Kazama-san.
NOTE: TO BE CONTINUED…
**Editor’s note: Otherwise known as “ImpracticalOni got carried away again, but don’t worry, there is a reason for all this.”
***Editor’s note: Sake apparently has poor grammar. Clearly this should be “Of what are you afraid?”
BEEP: Saito > Chizuru 21 / 11 / 14 A long confession text that wasn't ultimately sent. During their special ops mission, Saito had typed a well thought-out a text to the unexpectedly lovely undercover geisha, but every time he started to hit "Send" he was interrupted. Chizuru's phone was lying on the tatami mat nearby, blowing up with FB Messenger notifications. From men harassing Chizuru. Sending her pictures of their... shortswords. She really ought to be more careful with privacy settings.
Okaaaaaaaaaay. So we are going seriously AU here: forget letters, this is the Edo period with cell phones! And we are not going to think about that too hard, right? 👘⚔️ … with cell phones …
For those who want extra visual context, please see the Hakuouki Anime OVA, Episode 2. The setting is the Sumi, a restaurant located in Kyoto’s red light district. Chizuru has dressed up as a geisha in order to spy on Choshu rebels. Most of the Shinsengumi captains have found either reasons or excuses to be in the building.
Saito and Yamazaki have volunteered to watch over Chizuru. Unfortunately, nobody expected Chizuru to be so lovely in her geisha attire or considered her effect on impressionable clients and Shinsengumi alike.
Memories of Unspoken Love ~ Saito Hajime
Yukimura-san -
Saito hesitated, then nodded to himself. Yes, it was appropriate to use the honorific given the subject he intended to broach. Besides, if he hesitated over every word then this text, expressing his sincere (but polite) admiration for her, would never get sent. Seeing her this evening looking so beautiful had shaken him, but had also strengthened his resolve. He took a deep breath, trying not to waste even more time dwelling on her shapely neck or the way that the fine material had somehow emphasized her delicate bones or–
He stared down at the one word (plus honorific) printed on the screen. He could do this.
I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage–
Did he dare write his honest thoughts? Some of them, at least? Saito wiped a faint sheen of sweat from his palms, something he rarely had to do.
–your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.
He couldn’t bring himself to say “and beauty”. It was probably too forward in any event.
I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it. However, I want you to know–
#Beep!
Saito stared at the small pouch beside him. Chizuru–ah, Yukimura–had apparently left her cell phone in her bag, whether by design or by accident. Well, hopefully it would not ring or beep too much and he could–
#Beep! #Beep! … #Beep! … #Beep! #Beep!
This was ridiculous–or? Maybe Yukimura was in trouble and she or somebody else was trying to signal him? Or it was some other emergency? Either way, he couldn’t concentrate on his text with such infernal noise.
Cautiously, Saito pulled Chizuru’s phone out of her bag. It bothered him that the phone was pink. While pink was a pleasing colour for Chi–Yukimura–it did not enhance her role as a boy, in his opinion. Very few boys or men wore lighter colours these days; even the Vice Commander’s habitual purple kimono was dark.
He glanced at the screen: it indicated that there were eight new messages waiting. Saito himself would never maintain a Facebook account with his own name and picture; he suddenly suspected that Yukimura might. He wondered briefly how such a potential security breach had been allowed to arise (as does the author), however, that was not the immediate problem.
Since all of the Shinsengumi leaders knew Yukimura’s password (whether out of basic prudence or because she had left it as “password1″), it was a simple thing to check the messages in order to ensure that there was no emergency requiring Saito’s personal attention.
What the… heck?! Saito was almost forced to borrow from the Vice Commander’s vocabulary in order to express himself when he saw the content of some of the messages. The texts were lewd enough, but in several instances the senders had taken pictures of… themselves.
Saito turned red at the idea of Chizuru seeing such indecent content on her phone. Without hesitation, he deleted it all, his swift actions suggesting more than a passing knowledge of both phone and app. He allowed a minute to pass, but there were no further messages. Frowning, but deciding that he should not invade Yukimura’s privacy any further without cause, he placed the phone back into the pouch and returned to his own message. It wasn’t at all easy to concentrate now, but a few moments of meditation (and the thought that Chizuru would be spared distress) soothed him.
Yukimura-san - I am sending this to tell you that I admire your couragefor undertaking such a potentially troublesome task.I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it. However, there is something I want you to know so that I don’t regret keeping my silence later: I think you look very pretty in the kimono that Kimigiku-san loaned you.
It wasn’t everything that he wanted to say, but at least he’d managed the part about looking pretty. Saito felt heat rising in his cheeks again. Now… was he going to go ahead with the next part? He had promised himself he would, but maybe it was better to say nothing. She had looked very lovely, however… Not that Yukimura wasn’t nice-looking all of the time, of course–it would be illogical to think that make-up and a woman’s kimono would change her overall appearance to such a degree–but…
He wiped a few drops of perspiration from his forehead. It was now or never, truly. He was not a vain man, but he thought that Yukimura seemed to enjoy his company, at least. Perhaps she found him more restful than the others? He did try to treat her with whatever consideration was possible under the circumstances. Finding that reviewing his own merits (especially when compared to those of the Vice Commander, or Harada), was not helping his confidence, he once again set his doubts aside and bent himself to his task. He wished that he could at least have a jar of sake.
…loaned you. I also want you to know–
–did he really?–
–that I admire you a great deal quite apart from how you have dressed for this mission. If you are willing, and it is permitted, I would like to spend more time in your company in the future.
He could feel the sweat on his brow and the blood high in his cheeks. Did that actually convey what he–
Saito almost broke his phone as the cacophony assailed his ears and ruined his concentration. What in the gods’ names was going on? He had assumed that they had found her Facebook profile by doing an image search–she had been given a false name to use–but why were the messages starting up again now?**
** The answer to this question is as follows: Chizuru had fled the Choshu spies’ room in some haste, distressed by certain proposals that had been made to her (although she could not fault the men involved, under the circumstances)., Some of the men had been smart enough or sober enough to have taken photos of Chizuru before her departure and had sent the first round of messages (because why run when you can text). Receiving no response, they had finally gone looking for Chizuru, only to run into opposition:
With one notable exception (”Yamazaki Style Ninja Arts Tatami Mat Flip!”), the lust-and-drink fortified pursuers had retreated in order to use more nefarious (but less dangerous) means to hunt the pretty geisha. (Only theoretically less dangerous, as it turned out.)
Saito snatched up Chizuru’s phone, stabbed several buttons, and this time not only deleted the harassing messages but blocked the senders. He was momentarily regretful that he didn’t have time to do a proper review of Yukimura’s privacy settings, especially as her security level was patently inadequate.
He then pulled his own phone out of his kimono sleeve and stared at the message he’d typed:
Yukimura-san - I am sending this to tell you that I admire your courage for undertaking such a potentially troublesome task. I realize that you may not have wanted to dress in such attire this evening; it may even be that you dislike it. However, there is something I want you to know so that I don’t regret keeping my silence later: I think you look very pretty in the kimono that Kimigiku-san loaned you. I also want you to knowthat I admire you a great deal quite apart from how you have dressed for this mission. If you are willing, and it is permitted, I would like to spend more time in your company in the future.
His fingers hovered over the send key, but then he changed his mind and added:
Sincerely ~ Saitou Hajime
It might look a bit strange, with a text, but it seemed better to him. Now, all he had to do was–
There was a rumble of heavy feet and male voices outside the door and Saito jumped up, seriously vexed. What was it now?! Was he never going to be allowed to text in peace? Even as he slipped his phone away (he was taking no chances with anyone seeing his words), the door was flung open.
“Where’s the girl?” demanded Large Tough Guy One.
“Hey, the signal locator said she was here! Where the hell is the girl?” shouted Large Tough Guy Two.
Saito felt his vision begin to go red. These must be some of the men who had written the obscene messages to Chizuru! And he still hadn’t gotten to send his own message!
“You have just interrupted a very important moment requiring my full concentration,” he told the men in cold, menacing tones. “I am afraid that I will be unable to restrain myself.”
“What? Who the hell are you?”
“Yeah! This doesn’t concern you–stay out of this!”
Saito heard the panel behind him slide open and knew immediately who it was.
“Saito-san! Oh no!”
“I work as a bouncer for the Sumi,” Saito told Large Tough Guys One and Two (and their comrades). “Therefore, this is my concern.” He risked a brief glance over his shoulder at the vision of loveliness that was Chizuru. “Get out to the front entrance immediately, Yukimura,” he somehow managed to tell her.
She nodded obediently, although she looked worried for him, her large, brown eyes looking even larger and softer than usual. It almost made his heart stop to see her like that! But when Yukimura turned and fled, there was a growl from the men just inside the other doorway.
Saito’s face hardened and he knew that his anger was visible. He stared scornfully at the growing pack of men across the room from him.
“Come at me then. I will be your opponent.”
Naturally, it was no contest. Unfortunately, Saito’s text was never sent. He tried to convince himself that it was just as well.
@cherryb0mb79 My apologies for how long it took me to get to this. I am very behind on all my writing for various reasons. I hope you enjoy it!
