After a very stormy night, we had a warm, blustery, sunny day. The high was 82F.
Today I went outside today for the first time since March 8th. So, that's 22 straight days without even setting foot out of doors. That's bad even for me. Not my record, but bad.
I did not write today. I gave myself a day off.
Something I posted to Facebook today:
Okay...when I friend someone in FB, that does not mean we are *friends* in the traditionally understood meaning of the word. I didn't choose the word FB chose for followers. I am not an outgoing person, and I almost never talk one-on-one to strangers. Every year, this is more true. So...please, no one be offended. There are just limits to what I can do. (Also, I hate talking about writing, won't read your book, have no advice, and I cannot help you get an agent.)
So, take note. This is nothing new. I've said it before.
Last night, we saw the first two episodes of Season Two of Yellowjackets. Today, I read more of Tarantino's novel, played GW2, and read "Histological evidence for dermal-endochondral co-ossification of the dorsal blades in the late Paleozoic amphibian Platyhystrix rugosus (Temnospondyli: Dissorophidae)" in the most recent JVP.
That's all for now. Please visit
the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast,
2:39 p.m.