truepenny | progress of sorts

Two of my three beautiful consumptives are either submitted or ready to be submitted on Monday. (I imagine them as Edwardian ladies in exquisite pale yellow dresses and enormous befeathered hats, clutching their artistically blood-spotted handkerchiefs, sitting gracefully on their steamer trunks at the train station.)

The third is being Camille all over the divan. And is going to have to wait until one of the sanitariums that take patients of its size has a free room.

It's a good thing it's only a metaphorical consumptive. Because the mood I'm in today, if I had Camille on my sofa, I'd probably smother her with a pillow and save the world a good deal of bother.