No, it was like this.
Yesterday wasn't foreshadowing. It was just a passing feeling. Your sister-in-law went out to buy the supplies.
But my excuse is: I've hit writer's block.
It doesn't really count as writer's block, because Bamboo Saint is about to make his entrance, and communication between Master and Disciple is officially opening the prologue to the world beyond the heavens. So I spent the entire afternoon at the computer, deleting what I'd written and writing what I'd deleted, and I wasn't satisfied with any of it.
When I checked the time, it was almost six.
Mm, I won't muddle through the New Year, then. I'll also lend a hand with the cleaning.
Give me some time to design it properly, and smooth out the outline for this arc while I'm at it.
Today, tomorrow (New Year's Eve), and the day after tomorrow (the first day of the New Year), Bawan will take three days to rest (people), breathe (human feelings), brainstorm (worldly affairs), and reflect (old ways).
Updates will resume on the second day of the New Year.
Mm, that's it.
Finally, I wish everyone good fortune in the Year of the Rabbit and success in everything. May the bright moon and stars illuminate the darkness of the coming year for you all. May that rabbit carry away every one of your worries, then pound them into the source of your happiness.
I shall meet you all again in the Year of the Rabbit.
Respect.
Love you guys.