A scorcher today. Our high was 95, with a heat index of 103.
This is beginning to sound like a broken record (as we said), up at 6 a.m., working on Bradbury Weather notes soon thereafter. Today I managed five: "Another Tales of Two Cities," "Goggles (1910)," A Barrenness of Daffodils, a Lerna of Ills, "Ballad of a Catamite Revolver," and "Whilst the Night Rejoices Profound and Still." Only four to go.
And then it was off to McWane. I made it to the lab by about 11:30 p.m. and spent about three hours making notes and measurements on cornoids and beginning work on the character matrix for the two new species.
And then I came home and allowed myself to just be tired.
Tomorrow's is Spooky's birthday.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
"Scientific Trashcan," 1:45 p.m.