( Private to Gretchen )

( Private to Iona )

( Private to Doug and Sarah )

Nice and quiet full moon. I haven't heard of any werewolf related injuries. I suppose the absence of catastrophe isn't really like victory, but I'll take what I can get.

[Podmore]
Not much to report. You picked a good weekend to get shot, I guess. Or -- you know what I mean.

On the bright side, bullet hole scars are supposed to be great for picking up girls. So I've been told.

I still think we should've taken better advantage of the quiet rather than just... waiting for something to happen. If they aren't transforming near villages and towns and people, then they have to be transforming elsewhere.

With that in mind, I compiled a list for you of any new additions to the Ministry facilities, anyone who went there this weekend who hadn't been before. It's a short list, not much of a lead, but might be worth looking into.

Oh, and Turpin did well this weekend without you.
[End]

[Melanie Turpin]
You did well this weekend. Good job.
[End]

[Warded to Caoimhe Sullivan, Lydia Townsley, and Edgar Bones, charmed to ring]

I thought you three would want to know as soon as possible. Podmore was shot. He's at St. Mungo's now. Sorry to have to tell you, but it's bad. If you need assistance, let me know.

[End Ward]


Entry made around 1:45am.

[Iona]
I realize that this is likely a pointless question, but as I'm concerned, I will ask it anyway. How are you doing?
[End]

[Friends and Family]
It is beginning to feel like even if we do spot light at the end of the tunnel, it will belong to the oncoming train.

With all that we do, it doesn't feel as though it will ever be enough.
[End]

[Rita]
I know this is delayed, but I feel compelled to tell you that the article was in incredibly poor taste.
[End]

[Podmore]
You do realize it isn't Turpin's job to bring you coffee and breakfast every morning, don't you? She's a trainee, not an assistant. Though she does seem fairly well convinced on the importance of the meal. She isn't wrong, of course, but that doesn't negate my point.

Guess this is as good a time as any to enquire about your mental state. Pretend that's a question.
[End]


I broke my favourite coffee mug this morning. The day has not improved from there. Still, I much prefer a hundred petty annoyances to a shitstorm, for lack of a better phrase.

And my condolences to the friends and family of Florence Corner. I'm of the opinion that resolution is, at least, better than loose ends, but it still can't be easy.

There have been a lot of funerals lately.


[Private]
There is nothing like a grieving family to impress how devastating the outcome of ineffectuatlity can be. I understand procedure, but the red tape is getting ridiculous. Is the Wizengamot really mad that the DMLE put the curfew into effect before it was officially passed? It should have been done months ago, and it is exactly that type of bureaucracy that is working against the end of this war.
[End]

[Private]
At least I'm not exhausted because I was up all night processing attack sites.

Staying in with Iona to drink wine and catch up is infinitely preferable, even if much of the conversation was coloured by the sad events of the day. She is a remarkable woman. I hadn't forgotten that, but it's been quite some time since my memory was refreshed.
[End Private]

[Iona]
I didn't want to wake you when I went to work. You'd only just fallen asleep.
[End Private]

[Douglas and Sarah]
How are you holding up?

Sorry I wasn't more available at the funeral. Did you two make it through the day all right? Is there anything that I can do?
[End Private]


I know that no one week is any longer than the other, unless you count length of days in regards to sunlight hours, but regardless, this week has felt inordinately long.

Perception is a strange thing. Hard to quantify.

I think I just topped grilled cheese and wine. Three day old dim sum and juice from a packet.

Strange how I stocked up for Gretchen and Roger, but somehow all the food is gone. Gretchen, did you go shopping in my kitchen?

[Gretchen]

You and Roger should stay at mine over the weekend. I'll be patrolling nights, of course, and working days, so I won't have much use for it. It's safe.

[End Ward]


Just opened a decent bottle of wine and managed to throw together a grilled cheese sandwich, even though most of the cheese was bad. I always seem to run out of time to pick up groceries. Now that I cleaned the fridge out, it'll be takeout until I get a chance.

But tonight at least is looking like it'll be a good night, if I can get through a fair bit of the research for tomorrow. If not, well, then it'll be a late night, but I think I have it in hand. Be in bed by midnight or so. It's not bad, all things considered, and at least the reading is interesting this time. It's more theoretical than anything, and not half so depressing as last week's case. At least not yet, anyway. Could always change, of course. One thing we are never short on is catastrophe.

Wednesday and Thursday are looking to be nearer the eight hour mark instead of the more usual twelve, I hope. Maybe I'll get some rest before this weekend. For Friday through Sunday, at least, sleep is not a priority.