Bab 737: Intrusive Wonders

The rest of the day passed me by in a breeze. 

No joke, it felt a little unsettling having nothing last-minute hit me in the face like a bug splatter on a windshield and slink me into another wild fantastical scenario of epic proportions. I spent the rest of the day indoors as the snow continued to pour. 

Ash, as always, stepped eagerly forward to bow in welcome, a damp grimy cloth draped over one arm, brandishing in the other a feather duster netted in webs and dust bunnies. Her pursuit of immaculateness rendering herself to be not so immaculate herself.