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I think I've had about four hours sleep over the past two nights. Many reasons, yet nothing in particular.
Very hot again today. Our high was 94F, with a heat index of 104F. Towards bedtime last night, there was a very gentle thunderstorm. I think it might have sprinkled a bit today.
At about 2 a.m. (this morning) I wrote another 1,061 words on "Black Water" (?working title), which I realized in a murder ballad. I also worked through the ICZN stuff for Mike one more time, and he called about 8 a.m. (I'd dozed a litte in between). It wasn't really what he wanted to hear, I don't think. We're sorta trying to preserve a name, but modern phylogenetics and the Linnaen tradition of the Code collide. Compliance is elusive. But part of me loves this sorta tedium, and Mike knows it, which is why he threw the problem to me.
Anything else? I started reading Deathbird Stories again. I'lll come back to that. I worked a little on the pterosaur paper. I fought to stay awake. I ate a dark chocolate pirouline. I read the "in press, journal pre-proof" of "A new lower Turonian mosasaurid from the Western Interior Seaway and the antiquity of the unique basicranial circulation pattern in Plioplatecarpinae." Everything was so much simpler before electronic publishing. Anyway, I helped a little with this paper, so I pleased to see my name in the acknowledgements. It is a very important little mosasaur, the oldest known from the Western Interior Seaway of North America, a relic from the days when mosasaurs were small and te seas still belonged to plesiosaurs. Were I young and healthy, I would love to be working in the Tropic Shale.
Oh, I got some very good writing-related news, but I have to keep it secret for a while.
Please visit Dreaming Squid Sundries. Trust me.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:43 a.m.
Very hot again today. Our high was 94F, with a heat index of 104F. Towards bedtime last night, there was a very gentle thunderstorm. I think it might have sprinkled a bit today.
At about 2 a.m. (this morning) I wrote another 1,061 words on "Black Water" (?working title), which I realized in a murder ballad. I also worked through the ICZN stuff for Mike one more time, and he called about 8 a.m. (I'd dozed a litte in between). It wasn't really what he wanted to hear, I don't think. We're sorta trying to preserve a name, but modern phylogenetics and the Linnaen tradition of the Code collide. Compliance is elusive. But part of me loves this sorta tedium, and Mike knows it, which is why he threw the problem to me.
Anything else? I started reading Deathbird Stories again. I'lll come back to that. I worked a little on the pterosaur paper. I fought to stay awake. I ate a dark chocolate pirouline. I read the "in press, journal pre-proof" of "A new lower Turonian mosasaurid from the Western Interior Seaway and the antiquity of the unique basicranial circulation pattern in Plioplatecarpinae." Everything was so much simpler before electronic publishing. Anyway, I helped a little with this paper, so I pleased to see my name in the acknowledgements. It is a very important little mosasaur, the oldest known from the Western Interior Seaway of North America, a relic from the days when mosasaurs were small and te seas still belonged to plesiosaurs. Were I young and healthy, I would love to be working in the Tropic Shale.
Oh, I got some very good writing-related news, but I have to keep it secret for a while.
Please visit Dreaming Squid Sundries. Trust me.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:43 a.m.