Exhausted. though I did not wake until 8 a.m. I have not awakened that late in so many months I cannot recall the last time it happened.
Overcast, I think, most of the day. Our high was only 81F.
That void is back, the depression I spoke of a while back. For awhile it was eclipsed, or nearly so, by anger.
No work today.
I watched two PBS documentaries this afternoon. The first was an interesting look at what might happen in a first contact scenario, a very realistic one, combining dramatization and interviews with scientists. It has an inexplicable lowish rating on Amazon, but I would give it high scores. I will say it painted a very accurate and unflattering view of our fractured, social-media obssessed early 21st century world. First Contact: An Alien Encounter from 2022. Anyway, the other was only the "second" Mona Lisa.
Yesterday I mentioned the new books in
the shop. Today I will point out that they include copies of
the original hardback Subterranean edition of A is for Alien, out of print since publication 2009. Please have a look. Taxes.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:13 p.m.