The Coyote That Wasn't There (Jenny)
Warm today,. Mostly clear. Our high was 85F.
I am extraordinarily tired. I was up at 5 a.m. I tried to finsih the story that will not be published as "Mons Niloticus," wrote 964 words, realized there was more to it than I thought, and decided I'd have to finish it on Saturday. Then I read until it was time to be at McWane at 10 a.m., where I spent most of the day sorting through two large boxes of Cretaceous fossils I collected between 1998 and 2002 that I have donated to the museum. Thousands of specimens, and I had to be sure all the field labels were in order. Tedious, not fun, but I did see a lot of fossils I actually remembered finding a quarter of a century ago.
There's still a third box left to be sorted.
It is so inexpressably depressing driving through what Birmingham has become, the ruins of the grand old city rubbing shoulders with faux Scandinavian apartment complexes that look like they were built by five year olds with ADD.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy a book, but a shirt.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:15 a.m. (clutter from too many very different jobs being done in the same part of the lab)
I am extraordinarily tired. I was up at 5 a.m. I tried to finsih the story that will not be published as "Mons Niloticus," wrote 964 words, realized there was more to it than I thought, and decided I'd have to finish it on Saturday. Then I read until it was time to be at McWane at 10 a.m., where I spent most of the day sorting through two large boxes of Cretaceous fossils I collected between 1998 and 2002 that I have donated to the museum. Thousands of specimens, and I had to be sure all the field labels were in order. Tedious, not fun, but I did see a lot of fossils I actually remembered finding a quarter of a century ago.
There's still a third box left to be sorted.
It is so inexpressably depressing driving through what Birmingham has become, the ruins of the grand old city rubbing shoulders with faux Scandinavian apartment complexes that look like they were built by five year olds with ADD.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Buy a book, but a shirt.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:15 a.m. (clutter from too many very different jobs being done in the same part of the lab)