After a foggy morning, the sun came back today. Our high was 72˚F.
I need this string of idiotic days to end. I am getting nothing done, and I cannot afford to be getting nothing done.
This morning, I was awake at the perfectly stupid hour of 5 a.m. At 6 a.m. I gave up and got out of bed. I finished reading Heather Mac Donald's The War on Cops. And after a couple of weeks of reading politics, I'm going to step back and take a breather with Thomas Ligotti, rereading Grimscribe and Songs of a Dead Dreamer. Toady, I read "The Frolic" and "Fleurs."
This afternoon I watched a documentary on the neutron bomb and a new episode of Nova on the James Webb Space Telescope.
Please have a look at
the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:16 a.m.