Spark plugged and Action

Smacked her lips after turning the last page of Spark. Got her sheaves laminated and bound the previous day. No print shop did comb binding. After Spark, scrounged about the empty house for food; only a packet of sickening 'milk' peanuts guaranteed to induce the world's most vigorous nausea. Popped six; withheld. Plugging spark means victory march to tie up other mountains. Script comes back into view. Another week of pointless compliments but commitment throughout. And if the earth shakes and our world breaks, she will then be the lady of life. For self and all.