No entry since Tuesday. I hadn't realized it had been so long. Well, there you go. It wasn't a very notable week. Chilly New England summer days, difficulty working, sour, black moods, half a dozen or so movies, and so on and so forth. The weather was better yesterday. We actually reached 85˚F. Today the chill is back. Currently, it's only 71˚F and
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Wonderful, booming thunderstorms out there. Lightning. Thunder. Hard rain. The dregs of Isaac, that storm come all the way from West Africa to die above New England.
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Now, COMMENTS!
Yesterday, I spent hours searching for a story for Sirenia Digest #81, and found "Our Lady of Arsia Mons." Then I wrote a mere 596 words. But I'll do better today
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So, during our most recent visit to Beavertail (recounted here, with photos), we encountered a peculiar organism in a high tide pool, among the slabs of phyllite. I had Spooky take a few photos, thinking I would be able to identify it when I got back home. So far, though, no luck. Admittedly, I don't have a lot of resources to draw upon, not here
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I don't know how long now it's been since I've had to struggle with "dreamsickness" in the ayem. The pills have been doing their job, so I know that it's been a long time. But this morning, it's on me like hair on a yak, the inability to detach from there and be here. Dreamsick. And, even now, it seems a rather silly sort of dream to have one's
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Running a bit late this morning. I did my daily email before this entry, when I usually do things the other way around.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,062 words on Chapter Two of The Red Tree. Which made it a decent writing day, but not as decent as I needed it to be. The office was just too hot to think clearly. The sun blasting through the blinds, I
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Listening to the new Dresden Dolls disc this morning, No, Virginia, an early birthday present yesterday from Spooky. I'm liking it quite a bit more than Yes, Virginia (2006), though I did like Yes, Virginia. Meanwhile, here in La Casa de Kiernan y Pollnac, all is chaos. Well, a very ordered sort of chaos. There are hundreds of boxes, I think. We
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Here we are on Thursday, and we head back to Atlanta on Monday. This long, long trip is almost done. The last couple of days have been rather full, and since we're spending today and tomorrow winding down and getting rested for the arduous drive back, I thought I'd spend part of this afternoon on a couple of entries, trying to catch up with myself
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