Entry #1,879
The rain and wind last night were wonderful. I think the worst thing about Hanna, for us, was having to close the storm windows, having no fresh air, and only Dr. Muñoz to try and keep the place cool. The temperature inside reached 86F late yesterday, and had only dropped to 81F when we finally went to bed about 3 ayem. By then the storm had passed us by and was somewhere over Maine and Nova Scotia. Today the sun is back, mostly, and it's breezy and warm. The hangover isn't so bad this morning, because I forced myself to get by on half a Lortab last night, but I didn't sleep nearly enough.
Yesterday, I wrote a very acceptable 1,671 words on Chapter Five of The Red Tree.
The landlord and handyman came in the afternoon, and discovered that the leak in the bathroom ceiling could be traced back to a faulty fan vent, or something like that. I felt bad about them being outside on a ladder in the storm.
After the writing, I edited photos from our trip to Beavertail on Thursday, and then I posted them. Spooky got Chinese takeaway for dinner; I love being in the land of cheap Chinese food. I finished reading Chapter One of Michael Freeman's Victorians and the Prehistoric: Tracks to a Lost World, and also read "A partial skeleton and isolated humeri of Nothosaurus [Reptilia; Eosauropterygia] from Winterswijk, The Netherlands" in the June Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology. We spent most of the evening rereading the first couple of chapters of Clive Barker's "Cabal," which I've not read since about 1988, and which Spooky has never read. That was yesterday.
If you have not yet picked up a copy of the new mass-market paperback of Daughter of Hounds, please do so. Also, my first sf collection, A is for Alien can now be pre-ordered from Subterranean Press.
I suppose that's all for now. I did not leave the house again yesterday.
Yesterday, I wrote a very acceptable 1,671 words on Chapter Five of The Red Tree.
The landlord and handyman came in the afternoon, and discovered that the leak in the bathroom ceiling could be traced back to a faulty fan vent, or something like that. I felt bad about them being outside on a ladder in the storm.
After the writing, I edited photos from our trip to Beavertail on Thursday, and then I posted them. Spooky got Chinese takeaway for dinner; I love being in the land of cheap Chinese food. I finished reading Chapter One of Michael Freeman's Victorians and the Prehistoric: Tracks to a Lost World, and also read "A partial skeleton and isolated humeri of Nothosaurus [Reptilia; Eosauropterygia] from Winterswijk, The Netherlands" in the June Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology. We spent most of the evening rereading the first couple of chapters of Clive Barker's "Cabal," which I've not read since about 1988, and which Spooky has never read. That was yesterday.
If you have not yet picked up a copy of the new mass-market paperback of Daughter of Hounds, please do so. Also, my first sf collection, A is for Alien can now be pre-ordered from Subterranean Press.
I suppose that's all for now. I did not leave the house again yesterday.