Exhausted. I hardly slept. Hot today, Our high was 96f, with a heat index of 99F; tomorrow is forecast to be worse.

I spent the morning researching the new chapbook, the one based on Dark Adapted Eyes, gets a whole bunch of stuff in my head so I do not constantly have to stop to do this or that bit of reseach. This is one of those things I need to ( Read more... )

It was sunny today, and the high was 69F. The trees are getting fuzzy with a spring spray of green ( Read more... )

A sunny first of April. Our high was only 65˚F.

No work today. On purpose. I'll get back to it tomorrow.

Some stuff I said on Twitter:

Truer words never were spoken: “Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.” Angela Carter ( Read more... )

Overcast and much cooler today. These things are to be expected during early spring in Alabama. Our high was only 50˚F, it is currently 48˚F ( Read more... )

Sunny and hot today. The cicadas are singing tonight. Currently, it's 78˚F, with the heat index at 81˚F.

I slept a solid six and a half hours last night. It was wonderful.

Today, we saw Jim Jarmusch's The Dead Don't Die (my birthday present to Spooky), and, truthfully, I was very worried we weren't going to enjoy it. There's been so much ( Read more... )

When we got up this morning, just before 8:30 a.m., it was only 27˚F outside. There was frost everywhere. The temperature has since risen to 41˚F, thanks to the warm Alabama sun ( Read more... )

Green autumn, full tilt boogie. Currently, it's 73˚F. Our low last night was something like 51˚F. I sat and watched Harvey on Doppler radar, coming ashore twice, first at Rockport and then again at Coropus Christi ( Read more... )

A sunny day, Halloween the Sixth. Currently, it's 62˚F ( Read more... )

I'm writing this from the downtown branch of the Providence Public Library where I'm going to try and work today, seeing as how it's been almost a week since I've been able to work at home, thanks to the heat. I cannot afford to continue losing days, especially considering I was at least two months behind when this fiasco began. But I have no idea ( Read more... )

Here on March 25th, it's a freakishly beautiful late January day, 58˚F and rainy. Buy it's a sorry excuse for spring. I made it through this winter with far less trouble than I've had with the last few, but spring is so much harder. Because spring is the cure for winter. Spring is the warm, green reward for having survived winter. Here, spring is ( Read more... )