Another sunny day, but a stiff breeze kept it chilly. Our high was 66˚F.
This morning I wrote 906 words and finished "Night Fishing." I need Spooky to read over the whole thing for me, and then I need to read over it. Make the line edits, then send it away to Jonathan Mayberry for Weird Tales. And then I worked on Winifred, exposing most of the lateral side of the left surangular. And here's something I posted to Twitter today:
On the one hand, working with mosasaurs and not dinosaurs, I don't have to constantly explain that dinosaurs are not lizards. On the other hand, I have to frequently explain that mosasaurs are lizards, NOT dinosaurs.
My sore throat is not quite well, still, and I'm hoarse.
I am really getting very tired of all these little discomforts that have been tugging at me the last couple of months, wearing me down.
This afternoon, I watched two episodes of American Experience, one about Billy the Kid and another about the evolution of radio.
Here's
the Big Cartel link.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:24 p.m.