Sunny and warmer still today. We reached 82 (!).
I have left the house three days in a row. I cannot recall the last time I did that. Soon, I'm steeling my nerves for my first trip to the grocer's since March 15th, 2020. It will likely be Publix in Irondale. That place is suitably intimidating.
Not a ton of work today. But I did make some good progress with Winifred, and I exchanged emails with one of my agents. I'm trying to decide what I'm going to read next. I'm considering either Nobel laureate physicist George Smoot's Wrinkles in Time or Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove. I have ever read the former, and I haven't read the latter since 2018.
I slept some abominable number of hours last night, something like eight or none, all told, but I was still but by 6 a.m. I am so sick of sunrises.
I hate being awake alone. I hate the silence. I hate the aloneness.
My thoughts run rampant.
Still trying to find a good idea for the Weird Tales story, something in the ~7k-word range.
That's enough for now. We get two new episodes of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel tonight.
Oh. Here's
the current eBay auctions.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:48 p.m.