Cold day, after a cold (but not as cold) night. Our high today was 48˚F, after a nightly low of 31˚F.
My sprint to the finished first draft of MP1 hit a big snag yesterday, which led to six hours more work today, and an hour and a half phone conversation with Mike, and by the time that was done - about 1 p.m. - I realized that yesterday's COVID booster was making itself felt. And this snag, it's two little bones. Two. Little Bones.
I lay down and watched a documentary about death on K2 and Nanga Parbat, and then I finally finished reading George R. McGhee's Carboniferous Giants and Mass Extinction: The Late Paleozoic Ice Age World.*
A couple of things from Twitter:
If Twitter *does* succumb, it's interesting to consider the aftermath in an ecological context, to think of the subsquent "recovery" of social media sorta the way we might the reorganization of life after a mass extinction. Social media will survive, but may look very different.
~ and ~
It's just hard to comprehend the mentality that would pay $44 billion dollars for the privilage to troll Twitter unimpeded. It is a level of pettiness that is alnost impossible for me to wrap my brain around.
Please have a look at
the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:01 p.m.
* Our building sits atop a cap of Carboniferous (Mississippian) aged Harstelle Sandstone.