Today is the twenty-third anniversary of Elizabeth's suicide. She would have be, I think, forty-seven, which is a strange, sad thought, indeed.
The sun's back. It reappeared late yesterday. The weather is still a little cooler than is usual for August here. Currently, it's 83˚F, with the heat index at 87˚F.
Yesterday, we proofread the galleys of The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan ("Fish Wife (1970," "A Child's Guide to the Hollow Hills," and "The Steam Dancer (1896)." I begin to think there's no way I'll make it through this thing before August 15th, so...I'll do as much as I can. We also started hanging pictures. There was also a trip to the Harris Building. I had some RP last night.
Recently, someone on Facebook told me that my posts here seem "out of touch." Truthfully, I took it as a compliment.
Yesterday, I finished Larry McMurty's Dead Man's Walk; this morning, I began reading his Comanche Moon.
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Later,
CRK
9:19 a.m. (this morning)