Yesterday, I wrote 1,168 words on "Fairy Tale of Wood Street." This will actually be my second hulder story (skogsrå, ulda, etc.). I think one of the vignettes in one of the alphabets was a hulder story.
This morning was my last dose of antibiotic. Now, I have to hope everything in my mouth behaves itself until the first dentist appointment on the 13th.
Last night, we watched several more episodes of The OA. It's well done, and I like Brit Marling. She'd make a good Elenore Vance, I think. But, on the other hand, the touchy-feely, fuzzy-wuzzy New Age subject matter (and frequently tone) often rubs me the wrong way. My universe isn't one where benevolent angel goddesses send you back to get things right, because, after all, you're an angel. Of one sort or another. But I'm being patient was watching where the series goes.
I went out onto the front stoop for a few minutes yesterday. It was the first time I'd been outside since Thursday.