Exhausted. hardly slept last night. Mostly sunny today. Our high was 50F ( Read more... )

I think I slept three hours last night. I woke at 2:30 a.m., then got up at 3 a.m. So that one good night's sleep seems to have been a fluke.

Our high today was 53F, after a nightly low of 24F.

I started working at 4 a.m. and did another 1,088 words on "A First Sequence of Scenes." I made two pages of handwritten notes for The Night Watchers. I ( Read more... )

I woke at 6:345 a.m. to very cold, overcast skies. Lots of talk of snow flurries, though I never saw any. Our high was 45F.

My copies of Bradbury Weather and Living a Boy's Adventure Tale (below) arrived late yesterday, and, my god, they are handsome books, in no small part thanks to Bill at SubPress and the ghost of Richard Powers and the ( Read more... )

A sunny day, again. Our high was 66F ( Read more... )

A nice end-of-summer day. Sunny with a high of 84F.

You know what? Crap day. And I am not up to the usual blah, blah, blah, blah.

The afternoon film was Ridley Scott's Prometheus (2012 ( Read more... )

By turns, sunny and cloudy today. Our high was 91F, but felt like 93F ( Read more... )

Another irritating day. And hot. The heat advisory continues. Our high was 94F, with a heat index at 104F.

I'm trying to catch up on a LOT of email. I still have the last line edits for Bradbury Weather to get back to SubPress. One of the paleo' projects has hit a potentially catastrophic snag. "Mon Niloticus" might have to be shelved. That's the ( Read more... )

It's March already. Some sun today, but it was mostly clouds. Our high was 77˚F ( Read more... )

Some sun today, some clouds. Our high was 65˚F.

Alas, I will not be sending Sirenia Digest 203 out today. I started proofreading "Build Your Houses With Their Backs to the Sea" and discovered some unexpectedly rough patches at the start of the story. Kathryn and I spent a chunk of the day reading and marking up the whole story. It's not bad, but ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny today. This morning there was light snow across part of northern Alabama. We reached 52˚F. The terrible cold has passed.

I woke to anger, and it really hasn't let me go. It wavers somewhere between clarity and incoherence.

I'm sick of this world. Sick of the 21st Century. I'm sick of the whining on the Right and the Left. I'm sick of ( Read more... )