"But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part."
More clouds than sun today, and some impressive thunder, and a little rain. Our high was 92˚F. Currently, it's 83˚F with a heat index of 90˚F.
Considering I had a second all but sleepless night, the day didn't go so badly. I avoided the news and dodged some of the anxiety that way. I did not begin a new story, which had been the plan, before the insomnia set it. I did answer a bunch of email, which included discussing the next short story collection with Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press (this is, the collection after Vile Affections/Cambrian Tales), and I had an important email from Mike Polcyn I had to answer, regarding 3D images (computed tomography, CT) of mosasaur bones.
I'm having an especially bad time with my guts, which are never kind to me, and I can only assume it's the recent uptick in stress levels as the COVID-19 delta variant numbers skyrocket in Alabama. COVID-related hospitalizations in Alabama have jumped 400% in only three weeks.
I finished listening to the Blackstone Publishing audiobook of The Dinosaur Tourist. It's a little uneven. Some of the stories are brilliantly done. A couple miss the mark. But all in all, I am pleased with the result. Next, I think I'll listen to the audiobook of The Ape's Wife and Other Stories.
The afternoon's comfort movie was Luc Besson's stunning The Fifth Element 1997. How much do I love this film? The summer it was released, I saw it a total of nine times at the theater. Since then, I have no idea. I have surely seen it at least twenty-five or thirty times. It's one of those films that I can depend on to never let me down when I need a good dose of delight.
And then, after the movie, I managed to force myself outside, even if it was only for about four minutes. It was the first time I'd been out since June 30th.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:19 p.m.
Considering I had a second all but sleepless night, the day didn't go so badly. I avoided the news and dodged some of the anxiety that way. I did not begin a new story, which had been the plan, before the insomnia set it. I did answer a bunch of email, which included discussing the next short story collection with Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press (this is, the collection after Vile Affections/Cambrian Tales), and I had an important email from Mike Polcyn I had to answer, regarding 3D images (computed tomography, CT) of mosasaur bones.
I'm having an especially bad time with my guts, which are never kind to me, and I can only assume it's the recent uptick in stress levels as the COVID-19 delta variant numbers skyrocket in Alabama. COVID-related hospitalizations in Alabama have jumped 400% in only three weeks.
I finished listening to the Blackstone Publishing audiobook of The Dinosaur Tourist. It's a little uneven. Some of the stories are brilliantly done. A couple miss the mark. But all in all, I am pleased with the result. Next, I think I'll listen to the audiobook of The Ape's Wife and Other Stories.
The afternoon's comfort movie was Luc Besson's stunning The Fifth Element 1997. How much do I love this film? The summer it was released, I saw it a total of nine times at the theater. Since then, I have no idea. I have surely seen it at least twenty-five or thirty times. It's one of those films that I can depend on to never let me down when I need a good dose of delight.
And then, after the movie, I managed to force myself outside, even if it was only for about four minutes. It was the first time I'd been out since June 30th.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:19 p.m.