The storm is almost here. Our high toady was 50˚F. Tonight's low will be 12˚F, with windchill as low as -3˚F. Tomorrow's high will be 21˚F.
At least the sun is coming back.
And at this very moment, all across America, there are ignorant, stupid motherfuckers muttering, "Well, so much for global warming."
Let's call today a lost day. I somehow slept until 8:30 a.m., and that through everything off. I was going to start a new story today, but I did good just to do something reading. I wasn't truly awake until close to 1 a.m. They - they being the pharmacy - switched me to a new brand of Lamictal, and that might have thrown me off.
Anyway, this afternoon's comfort film was Anthony and Joe Russo's Avengers: Infinity War (2018). Today's "December of Lovecraft" was "Nyarlathotep," "Azathoth," and "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward." And I read a paper from the latest JVP, "An enigmatic large mawsoniid coelacanth (Sarcopterygii, Actinistia) from the Upper Jurassic Kimmeridge Clay Formation of England."
The mail brought me a copy of Jeff VanderMeer's Hummingbird Salamander.
Please have a look at
the Big Cartel shop.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:51 p.m.