A few minutes after I got out of bed, I wrote this on Facebook: I woke up at 8 a.m., after not getting to sleep until sometime after 4 a.m., fretting over old wrongs done to me. These ghosts are never going to let me rest. Here in Providence, it's 4˚F, with a windchill of -12˚F. I hate this place. Now, two and a half hours later, the temperature is ( Read more... )

You can stick that app straight up your ass, thank you very much ( Read more... )

I actually am not sure I have the words to express how much I hate winter. The cold weather. The barren trees. All of it. For what it's worth, it's warmer today, currently 43˚F, with the windchill at 34˚F. We made it up into the low fifties yesterday.

No real progress on The Tindalos Asset yesterday ( Read more... )

Sunny and cold. Currently 44˚F, the windchill at 39˚F ( Read more... )

The same dead grey sky as we had yesterday. Currently, it's 41˚F, with the windchill at 35˚F. In Birmingham, it's 51˚F and sunny, no windchill ( Read more... )

When I got up, it's was 28˚F outside. Now it's 31˚F. Most of the leaves are gone from the tree outside my window, and I hate this season as much as I am able to hate anything.

Yesterday, I did 1,361 words on "Behind the Wall of Sleep, Below the Starless Sky, Above the Sea of Worms." And I did some last minute (very last minute) proofing on Houses ( Read more... )

Sunny today. Currently 41˚F ( Read more... )

There was sun this morning, but even as quickly as I type this, the clouds are moving in again. We'll have rain this evening. I feel beaten down. I feel as if I don't have a single chill and cloudy-day's worth of strength left in me, and yet we are only at the threshold of New England's interminable six or seven or eight month cold. Currently, it's ( Read more... )

Here in Providence, on November 3rd, it's 74˚F and a good percentage of the trees are still green and flowers are blooming everywhere. Yes, it's a Chinese hoax ( Read more... )

The sun is back today. The sky's too blue, but at least the sun's back. Back in earnest. It's 55˚F.

I slept a full seven hours.

Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit. We'll be making a shepherd's pie and cabbage. I wanted to do something different this year, not our usual brisket. Oh, and soda bread ( Read more... )