Clouds all day, a little rain. The high was only 50˚F.

This morning, before I was even awake and quite by accident, I learned that Geoffrey died on June 15th, of a heart attack. No one fucking told me. And more than anything I'm numb. He and I were close from about 2009 until we began to drift apart in 2014 or so, and the last time I spoke with ( Read more... )

Rainy and cloudy today. The high was 73˚F ( Read more... )

Yet another very warm day. Sunny, and our high was 84˚F. But tomorrow is supposed to be significantly cooler. Yeah, I like warm weather, but I don't like constant reminders of how badly we've broken the planet ( Read more... )

Sunny and still warm today, 81˚F, but there's our first truly cool air of the autumn on its way. A freeze is predicted for Tuesday night ( Read more... )

Annnnnnnnd another fine, sunny Alabama autumn day. Last night got chilly, all the way down to 42˚F. Our high today was 73˚F.

I hardly slept last night. I was awake after 3:30 a.m., and I finally got up at 5. By 6 I was working. I finished proofreading "Bradbury Weather" (for Bradbury Weather), which took about an hour and a half. Then I lay down ( Read more... )

Another very long day.

The sky was mostly clear, enough clouds to hide the indecent blue. The high was 84˚F.

I was up at 6:30 and proofed and edited "A Chance of Frogs on Wednesday" for Bradbury Weather, which is a much better story than I remember. It is the story I was writing when Harlan died ( Read more... )

A very, very long day. But a very productive day.

The weather was good, if you like that time of year when summer is beginning to make way for autumn.

I spent the morning proofing and line editing "Cherry Street Tango, Sweatbox Waltz" for Bradbury Weather. Unlike most of these stories, this one need a lot of editing. Or, more likely, it didn't ( Read more... )

Or when I have failed this world ( Read more... )

Hot again today. Our high was 92˚F ( Read more... )

Mostly cloudy today. Chilly. Our high was a measly 53˚F ( Read more... )