"A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone."
Sunny and hot this morning, this almost afternoon. Currently, it's 87˚F, the heat index at 96˚F.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,013 words on "The Eldritch Alphabētos" - "Y is for Yog-Sothoth" and "Z in for Zoog." I began the alphabet way back on May 3rd, in Providence.
Today, I'll be assembling Sirenia Digest No. 150, which, I suppose, is a sort of milestone. Or millstone. Others may be the judge.
After writing, Spooky and I took two more heavy loads of books to the Harris Building. It was sweltering, and I bled water like a flood. But, more and more, I am coming to enjoy physical labor again, after so many sessile years. It's good to sweat. Anyway, one of the things I took to storage was four boxes of contributor's copies of anthologies that I have stories in. These are books I took off my shelves, because I see no point in them taking up space just because I have stories in them. There are too many other books I'd rather see shelved.
After Harris, we took another load to my mom's stuff I'm keeping out there, old Apple computer stuff, two of our old laptops, including the Asus I got in 2011 and never used for anything but MMOs. We got dinner from Rusty's, washed clothes, and stayed the night. We watched the fourth episode of the Ken Burns Vietnam documentary.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thank you!
Oh, and from yesterday on Facebook:
At Tom and Jerry's on Southside (a Chevron Station that's been there since the early 80s) I just saw an energy shot called Tweaker. No, really.
~ and ~
Also, noticed the local law office of one V.J. Elmore III, and I'm wondering if he's the grandson of the V.J. Elmore who founded the chain of dime stores back in 1925. He could be.
~ and ~
"'It might rain whores out of the sky, too, but I doubt it,' Roy Bean said." ~ Larry McMurty
Later,
CRK
They don’t go in the door, of course, the locked and boarded door inside the marble arch, Harris chiseled deep into the pediment overhead.
~ from "The Long Hall on the Top Floor" (1998)
3:11 p.m.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,013 words on "The Eldritch Alphabētos" - "Y is for Yog-Sothoth" and "Z in for Zoog." I began the alphabet way back on May 3rd, in Providence.
Today, I'll be assembling Sirenia Digest No. 150, which, I suppose, is a sort of milestone. Or millstone. Others may be the judge.
After writing, Spooky and I took two more heavy loads of books to the Harris Building. It was sweltering, and I bled water like a flood. But, more and more, I am coming to enjoy physical labor again, after so many sessile years. It's good to sweat. Anyway, one of the things I took to storage was four boxes of contributor's copies of anthologies that I have stories in. These are books I took off my shelves, because I see no point in them taking up space just because I have stories in them. There are too many other books I'd rather see shelved.
After Harris, we took another load to my mom's stuff I'm keeping out there, old Apple computer stuff, two of our old laptops, including the Asus I got in 2011 and never used for anything but MMOs. We got dinner from Rusty's, washed clothes, and stayed the night. We watched the fourth episode of the Ken Burns Vietnam documentary.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thank you!
Oh, and from yesterday on Facebook:
At Tom and Jerry's on Southside (a Chevron Station that's been there since the early 80s) I just saw an energy shot called Tweaker. No, really.
~ and ~
Also, noticed the local law office of one V.J. Elmore III, and I'm wondering if he's the grandson of the V.J. Elmore who founded the chain of dime stores back in 1925. He could be.
~ and ~
"'It might rain whores out of the sky, too, but I doubt it,' Roy Bean said." ~ Larry McMurty
Later,
CRK
They don’t go in the door, of course, the locked and boarded door inside the marble arch, Harris chiseled deep into the pediment overhead.
~ from "The Long Hall on the Top Floor" (1998)
3:11 p.m.