I slept poorly last not, more so than usually, and it has been a groggy day. Mostly sunny, our high was 59˚F, so an improvement over yesterday.
No writing today.
No reading today. I watched two documentaries, both about the development of the atomic bomb, including Robert Stone's Radio Bikini (1988).
As I said on Twitter, I am always surprised, and alarmed, when I encounter young people today who seem not only to think that the danger of nuclear war is a thing of the past, but sometimes even mock the fears of earlier generations.
A can of alphabet soup for dinner last night. We watched the last three episodes of John Hillcoatt's George and Tammy, and it is truly a brilliant miniseries. See it.
Bill at
Subterranean Press has given us the go ahead
to offer copies of The Variegated Alphabet at
Dreaming Squid Sundries. You may call, the book was pretty much sold out on publication, including the $600 limited edition. Features artwork by
John Kenn Mortensen, it a genuinely gorgeous book and has become very collectible. The books were signed by me prior to publication, but I will personalize copies we sell.
And I think that's all I have for now.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:03 a.m.