Sunny today, but not too hot. Our high was 93˚F, with a heat index of 96˚F.
I spent the morning on MP 1.3, mostly rewriting the section of the frontal. I do not rewrite in fiction. In technical papers, I rewrite until the cows come home.
There was a rather emotional phone call with my mother. I loathe getting emotional on the phone, even more than I loathe getting emotional face to face.
We are in flux.
Stay busy.
All I have had to eat today, so far, is two Little Debbie cakes, but I did go outside for the first time since June 23rd. Kathryn and I walked around the building, and I watched the rocks and dead leaves for skinks and anoles, but it was really too hot by then.
The afternoon's film was Danny Boyle's Sunshine (2007), which I still say is one of the best science fiction films of the last twenty years.
I read more of The Secret History and also "New technique for retrodeforming tectonically deformed fossils, with an example for ichthyosaurian specimens."
Please have a look at
the Big Cartel shop. Day to day expenses and all. Food. Cat litter. And you know you need that very hard to find copy of Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:01 p.m.