"Hey, you are alone. You are alone."
The day is grey, overcast, but warmish. Currently, it's 46˚F. Today was supposed to be quite a bit warmer. They're still calling for a high of 56˚F, but I'll be surprised if we see that. Supposedly, there's rain on the way.
I managed to proofread the Mythos Tales ms. at the John Hay Library yesterday. I made it through four stories: "The Voyeur's Seduction, or the Peril of Liberated Objects," "At the Gates of Deeper Slumber," "Black Ships Seen South of Heaven," and "Pickman's Madonna." I'd have liked to done twice that, but I was feeling too ill to continue.
I think that's it for now.
Later,
Aunt Beast
I managed to proofread the Mythos Tales ms. at the John Hay Library yesterday. I made it through four stories: "The Voyeur's Seduction, or the Peril of Liberated Objects," "At the Gates of Deeper Slumber," "Black Ships Seen South of Heaven," and "Pickman's Madonna." I'd have liked to done twice that, but I was feeling too ill to continue.
I think that's it for now.
Later,
Aunt Beast