"And now I'm even older..."
Not a bad birthday, all in all. I mean, if I had to fucking have one.
A very hot day. 96˚F, with the heat index at 100˚F. There were some clouds, but not a hint a rain, and it's getting dry around here.
Today, I spent another three hours on a ~300 word overview of the biostratigraphy, lithostratigraphy, and chronostratigraphy of the Demopolis Chalk. Consider that I usually need only about an hour to write ~1,000 words of solid finished prose, and that'll tell you how, for me, writing fiction differs from working on a scientific paper. Anyway, tomorrow I go back to fiction. I think.
Spooky made me a delightful birthday dinner of potatoes and mushrooms and chicken, all slow-cooked in Dreamland sauce, plus a cake and ice cream. So, no complaints from me. Except the whole being fifty-five part. Tonight, we watched the "making of Game of Thrones" documentary on HBO.
I stop and consider that I was alive, if still in utero, when JFK died. I've been having these moments all day long.
Later Taters,
CRK
10:05 p.m.
A very hot day. 96˚F, with the heat index at 100˚F. There were some clouds, but not a hint a rain, and it's getting dry around here.
Today, I spent another three hours on a ~300 word overview of the biostratigraphy, lithostratigraphy, and chronostratigraphy of the Demopolis Chalk. Consider that I usually need only about an hour to write ~1,000 words of solid finished prose, and that'll tell you how, for me, writing fiction differs from working on a scientific paper. Anyway, tomorrow I go back to fiction. I think.
Spooky made me a delightful birthday dinner of potatoes and mushrooms and chicken, all slow-cooked in Dreamland sauce, plus a cake and ice cream. So, no complaints from me. Except the whole being fifty-five part. Tonight, we watched the "making of Game of Thrones" documentary on HBO.
I stop and consider that I was alive, if still in utero, when JFK died. I've been having these moments all day long.
Later Taters,
CRK
10:05 p.m.