Slippery When Wet

Wet. Rocks are slippery when they’re wet. Moss growing on rocks is not always firmly affixed to said rocks, especially when wet. I’m wet.

That said, there have been several topics floating around my head in the past week that I’ve not had the chance to sit down and write about… and now that I have some time in a relatively warm chair, I’m not going to write about any of them. Instead, I’m going to write about the odd feeling of protective older-sister-ness that happens when a friend writes you from 6,000 miles away and says “um, your ex-boyfriend is looking lonely, can I please flirt with him?”. The answer of course is “nah, don’t bother, just jump him straightaway” – but then I felt oddly compelled to make a quick list of quirks to look out for, places to scratch, and so on. The things you tell someone when they’re trying to make friends with your cat. I didn’t, because my ex-boyfriend is not really a cat, and this particular girl has no need of my older sisterly advice. But I wanted to, and I’m still not entirely sure what that means.

I’m also pleased that my super yenta skills are working, if only erratically – I saw this particular match coming from a mile away. Yenta, 1; Troglodyte, 16789.

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