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Bod didn't really know what to do on the first day of a new year. It didn't feel much different from yesterday and it didn't look much different either. He'd remained at the party even past midnight and then had come back to his room and slept for several long hours.
Now, he was wide awake and unsure of what to do with himself. He supposed he could read but he was running low on books and didn't want to run out. There was always the thought of trying to call Silas but he figured his guardian wouldn't be around.
In the end, cleaning won out. He'd already gone downstairs to start a load of laundry and was meticulously organizing books, papers, odds and ends and other things he'd acquired. He'd made his bed before deciding that he wanted to wash the sheets and the bed became unmade.
Tomorrow, there'd be the welcome picnic and after that, classes, so today just seemed like a day to clean and organize his room and his life.
[Door and post are open, sure]
Now, he was wide awake and unsure of what to do with himself. He supposed he could read but he was running low on books and didn't want to run out. There was always the thought of trying to call Silas but he figured his guardian wouldn't be around.
In the end, cleaning won out. He'd already gone downstairs to start a load of laundry and was meticulously organizing books, papers, odds and ends and other things he'd acquired. He'd made his bed before deciding that he wanted to wash the sheets and the bed became unmade.
Tomorrow, there'd be the welcome picnic and after that, classes, so today just seemed like a day to clean and organize his room and his life.
[Door and post are open, sure]
