Mostly overcast today. Our high was 89F, with a heat index of 96F.
We had some storms late yesterday.
Out there, it was Independence Day. In here, it was the same day as always. No bbq here, no fireworks. Anyway, without a hint of cynicism or sarcasm, I sincerely wish you a Happy Independence Day.
And it would have been my Grandpa Gordy M. Ramey's 112th birthday. He died in 1975. Thank goodness he did not have to live to see 2023.
"We live in a new age of the artificial."
"No, no, no. We must simply redefine what it means to be authentic."
I woke at 3:30 a.m., got up and wrote another 1,034 words on "Black Water (Murder Ballad No. 14)," then went back to bed at 6 and slept another hour and a half. I spent most of the rest of the day reading Deathbird Stories:
* "The Whimper of Whipped Dogs"
* "Along the Scenic Route"
* "On the Downhill Side"
* "O Ye of Little Faith"
* "Neon"
* "Basilisk"
* "The Face of Helene Bournouw"
We're watching Season 19 of Deadliest Catch. It seems impossible this series could have been running for going on twenty years, but there it is. Lately, I find I am taking great pleasure and comfort in seeing genuine masculinity.
I think that's all I have for now. Please visit
the Dreaming Squid Shop. Thanks.
Later,
Aunt Beast
6:09 p.m. (yesterday, not tomorrow)