Mostly cloudy today. But no rain. I am looking at film of what Helene did to so much of the southeast, and it's horrifying. Florida, Georgia, the Carolinas, Tennesee, Kentucky. Again, we here in Alabama got very lucky. I have friends in South Carlina who will be without power for the foreseeable future We're looking at ≥$20 billion is damages, ≥120 ( Read more... )

Sunny today. Our high was 86˚F ( Read more... )

As my birthdays go, yesterday was about as good as it ever gets. That makes two pleasant birthdays in a row, and for that I have Spooky to thank. And I am also grateful to everyone who wished me well via Facebook and LiveJournal and Twitter and email yesterday. Spooky cooked a marvelous lasagna, and she game me a cool Deinochierus figurine, a ( Read more... )

Sunny today, wide carnivorous blue, and the humidity finally released us from it's moldy clutches. Only 49% at the moment, and 77˚F. I would say it's autumnal out there, but I don't know from New England seasons, clearly. It's pleasantly warm in my office. The window is open, and my little desktop fan is whirring ( Read more... )

Here's the thing. If you're going to fake a bigfoot sighting, at least make sure that the gorilla or bear or wookie costume fits the idiot who'll be wearing it. Also, rednecks will shoot at anything.


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Still very white Outside. There was a little new snow last night.

No day off yesterday. Instead, I wrote 1,025 words on The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. Today, I mean to make a great push and try to reach the end of Chapter 4, though it's at least 2,000 words ahead. I panicked a little yesterday, mostly because I realized Part One of the novel will be ( Read more... )

Yesterday was wretched. Not much point watering down the truth. My head wasn't right, and my guts were worse. I spent a good bit of the day in bed. No writing was done. I didn't go Outside. Nothing was accomplished.

We shall see what today will be.

There were a few "slits of light" to yesterday. Peter sent me a copy of The Juniper Tree And Other ( Read more... )

Okay. Here I am on the far side of house-guest visitation. One peril of existing just slightly outside any actual temporal continuum is that everything is always over before it's really even begun, or it's just begun before it's hardly even over, or rather, that is my perception of events. Anyway, yes, Jada is on her way back to Little Rock, and ( Read more... )