"Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week..."

Jul 15, 2020 23:15

With the heat index, reached 99˚F today. Currently, it's 77˚F.

I had email with Writers House today, and I rewrote the geology section of the next turtle paper, mostly getting stuff right about the invertebrate paleontology and nannofossil dating in the lowermost Mooreville Chalk.

Spooky made tuna sandwiches for dinner. For Ian Curtis' birthday, she made the saddest cupcakes.

Tonight, we was roleplay.

And you say I have no life....

Oh, and beginning tomorrow, Alabama has a mandatory and essentially unenforceable mask ordinance. The fine, should anyone bother, is $500 and possible jail time, about the same as littering. And I see a lot of litter. But maybe it will persuade a few people to endue the agony and wear a damn mask.

Later,
Aunt Beast



11:49 p.m.

writers house, turtlles, geology, cupcakes, paleontology, drew gentry, cephalopods, covid-19, the chalk, ian curtis

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