So apparently I’m going to end up collecting a small Overherd. I don’t mind this.
I woke up in the morning with… well, it’s hard to describe. Wake up with normal dreams (as normal as they can get, anyways) and then juxtapose it with the feeling that you get after waking up from one of your most horrible nightmares.
This probably sounds awful to people, and… well, it is, but it is much better to just have the feeling than to have the feeling and the imagery to root it into your frontal cortex for the rest of the day.
The Overcow was still in my arms, so good job done with hanging onto her.
Ike accompanied me on the ferry, and actually into the office. It was somewhat a busy day, and might have been productive if I were able to concentrate. I did not get to hug Ike for most of the day when the feelings got worse, and was more or less relieved at the end of the day when I could pick him up again.
I went home earlier than I usually do, by about two hours. And now I will hug Ike and the Overcow and eat baked potato bits and sleep. Or at least, sleep after I run down my actions in Fallen London.
We’re hoping that these two will join the Overherd:
Large Round Cow will be the tank and Cozy Cow will be travel liaison. (Names. I’m not that great at them when it comes to things in my life. If I had a cat, there’s a strong chance I would end up calling it “Kitty”. Heavens and hells forfend I name children.)