<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th – Noon</strong></span><br/><em>Greenhouse – Under Construction</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://instagramdivass.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/0/2/21029130/8353amiss-dollye-castro_orig.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://www.stylevore.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Thick-Girl-Summer-Dresses.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Working on clearing out the old detached garage<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>TW: OLD THOUGHTS OF SUICIDE<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Tia looked around at the Cathedral and the enclosed grounds.  It certainly wasn’t ideal but she had been to Laos and Cambodia and some parts of Africa that were probably just as hot.  She couldn’t imagine what those people would be dealing with now.  Mass famine, drought.  Her heart ached for those people.  This.  This was a paradise compared to what those places were probably like now.  Still this wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing was easy anymore.<br/><br/>The lame party comment got a chuckle out of Tia.  She used to laugh a lot. Kesi was great at making her laugh, it was one of the things that had drawn Tia to her, but she didn’t find occasion to laugh much anymore.  It was nice to remember that she could, even if it was just a little.  As she relaxed under the sun a golden green tone began to bloom across her complexion and her body began to quite literally drink in the sun.  The denim wasn’t the most comfortable thing to be wearing but it was tough and protected her against bumps and scrapes she would encounter while cleaning out the old building.  Would she prefer to be naked at the moment basking in the heat? Sure, but it was hardly appropriate.<br/><br/>When Marley questioned her dedication to relaxation it was Tia’s turn to shrug.  Relaxation left her free to deeply feel her loss.  It wasn’t that she avoided it, but it was so tempting to lay in the dark and cry the days away.  She had done that in the weeks after Kesi’s death. She had holed up in their home and cried.  In her darkest moments she had contemplated joining Kesi. Laying down next to her and fading away. Kesi would have been so mad at her.  It was that thought.  Of Kesi standing at the doors of the afterlife and reading her the riot act about being selfish and stupid that had pushed her to get up and keep going.  She still cried.  There were moments of overwhelming sadness, but getting up and doing things helped. Having something for her mind to puzzle out, problems to solve, they were all great distractions.<br/><br/>“Relaxing gives me too much time to think,” she admitted. “And I have a project to work on.  Oddly I find this sort of thing fun.”  Tia looked over at the building and saw the potential of it not its current dilapidated state.  “Besides, I plan of finding a nice quiet place tonight and enjoying a bottle of wine.  Now that is relaxing.” A smile playing at corner of her mouth.  It sounded like a really good idea and a ritual she and Kesi had had after a hard day’s work.<br/><br/>“I don’t mind, though I don’t see how dwelling on impending threats is relaxing.” Tia teased.  Marley was a bit of an odd duck but she found herself liking the woman in spite if her necessary cautiousness. It was sweet of Marley to be concerned about her altercation with the IOS agents. It had been scary but not any more than anyone else had experienced once Eclipse had attacked.  Tia had been more angered than traumatized when it happened.  These people were supposed to be helping and instead acted like some sort of fascist assholes.<br/><br/>“Cashews,” Tia said. “Soak them overnight, blend them with a little lemon juice and some apple cider vinegar.  My wife was vegan.”  She added as a way of explanation.  “I might be able to whip up something with some tofu, but I need the greenhouse for soybeans to make that happen.”  Tia gave a little sigh and glanced at Marley in her one piece swimsuit.  Not Tia’s choice. She wanted as much sun to touch her skin as possible, but Marley was much fairer skinned than she was.<br/><br/>“Not sure how much I can help.  The agent I talk to was Malcolm Trench. Could have been former military or police. He had that build about him and was a pompous ass.  As far as I can tell he had the right identification.  The body armor on the men had an IOS logo on them, but they were pretty “nondescript otherwise.  He tried the honey route first but made it clear that what he was asking wasn’t a request.  I was needed and was coming with them one way or another.”  She explained.  “Not sure exactly if that is what you are looking for or if its any help.<br/>