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A cloudy day at the beginning of September. It's 75˚F, with the humidity at 89˚. I can hear thunder in the distance. Last night, neighborhood idiots shot off fireworks until sometime after midnight. Selwyn wasn't pleased.
I don't have much to say about yesterday. I'm in the process of dealing with the very last bit of work I have to do in order to put Dark Horse behind me (which pertains to Alabaster: Boxcar Tales #13). Admittedly, it could have been over and done with weeks ago, but I've procrastinated. I'm hoping today will actually be productive.
Probably, yesterday's bright point was the thumb-sized orb weaver Spooky found spinning not far from the back door. There are photos behind the cut:
All Photographs Copyright © 2013 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
I'll aim for a more substantial entry tomorrow. There's only so much can be said about days like these.
Briefly,
Aunt Beast
I don't have much to say about yesterday. I'm in the process of dealing with the very last bit of work I have to do in order to put Dark Horse behind me (which pertains to Alabaster: Boxcar Tales #13). Admittedly, it could have been over and done with weeks ago, but I've procrastinated. I'm hoping today will actually be productive.
Probably, yesterday's bright point was the thumb-sized orb weaver Spooky found spinning not far from the back door. There are photos behind the cut:
All Photographs Copyright © 2013 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
I'll aim for a more substantial entry tomorrow. There's only so much can be said about days like these.
Briefly,
Aunt Beast