Nose Hugger
And there I missed six days without meaning to miss six days. COVID_19 time is slippery.
But there also has not been much to write about. I'm trying to work, and most days I don't manage to do much more than try. I've begun a novel (again) and there's a Secret Project I can't talk about and there's Winifred and the Pleistocene cave matrix. But I'm not making much progress on anything.
My next shot is April 24th, and I have got to remember how to exist in the world out there.
I'm reading Peter Watts' Starfish.
It's mostly sunny today, and we should reach about 72˚F. We're having trouble rebounding from that last cold snap.
Yesterday, Kathryn and I watched the first half of a four-hour documentary about the 1990 Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum art theft.
Later,
Aunt Beast, Queen of Short Paragraphs
3:14 p.m. (yesterday)
But there also has not been much to write about. I'm trying to work, and most days I don't manage to do much more than try. I've begun a novel (again) and there's a Secret Project I can't talk about and there's Winifred and the Pleistocene cave matrix. But I'm not making much progress on anything.
My next shot is April 24th, and I have got to remember how to exist in the world out there.
I'm reading Peter Watts' Starfish.
It's mostly sunny today, and we should reach about 72˚F. We're having trouble rebounding from that last cold snap.
Yesterday, Kathryn and I watched the first half of a four-hour documentary about the 1990 Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum art theft.
Later,
Aunt Beast, Queen of Short Paragraphs
3:14 p.m. (yesterday)