Another mostly sunny day, but the humidity was very, very low, hovering around 23% most of the afternoon, and it felt cold, even though we made it up into the low sixties. And now the clouds are heading back and will be with us for days and days. We didn't make it back to the botanical gardens today.

But I did work. I did 583 words on The Tindalos ( Read more... )

Probably the worst pain day I've had in quite a while. The Vicodin* supply is low, so I'm settling for Tylenol. I hardly slept. I have to try to wake up and clear my muddled head. Right now, the pain is a sheet of wet cheesecloth covering my face. I think it's wet with gasoline ( Read more... )

It's going to be hot today, maybe as high as 90˚F. It's already 83˚F with a heat index of 96˚F. Geoffrey's heading down from Boston.

I've not had the stomach for this journal for the past week or so. The words are hardly coming. Yesterday, I finally unlocked enough to write about 740 words and finish the first section of Agents of Dreamland. In ( Read more... )