Slight cooler today, but I'm not bothering to switch icons. Tomorrow will not be so mild. If you can call today mild. Our high 91F, with a heat index of 99F. The humidity is murder. But this is my world, my woods, my mountains, my heat.

I still have not found the book I will be reading after We Have Always Lived in the Castle. Of course, this does ( Read more... )

Oh, by the way...

Some sun today, some rain. Our high was 79˚F, and it is now 71. We still have a flash flood watch.

I was awake at 6 a.m., out out of bed half an hour later, when it was clear there would be no more sleep. I did a little paleo'. I made some notes for The Night Watchers. I am toying with this book being, in part, sort of in the ( Read more... )

A little cooler this time today than it was this time yesterday. Currently, it's 93˚F, with a heat index. The highest I personally saw the heat index go today was 102˚F. Regardless, dangerously hot. And sunny, no sign of the reliable late-afternoon storms that were with us for a while ( Read more... )

Being who I am, and with all the attendant trouble and chaos of my mind, it isn't good to be awake before Kathryn, awake before most of the city, awake before most of this street. But something woke me about 5:30 this morning, and I finally gave up trying to get back to sleep. I wasn't well, and my busy mind wouldn't have let me rest, I think, even ( Read more... )

On this day in 2014, I wrote, "Today is the 25th Anniversary of the World Wide Web. Which sort of makes it the 25th birthday for one stage of the apocalypse." This past election, the role that Wikileaks and Russian hackers, Julian Assange and bots, trolls and internet slander and fake news played, proved me dead on the mark. I'd hoped I was only a ( Read more... )

No sleep this morning until after five, so no sleep until after the sun was up. This time of year, at this latitude, the sky starts to brighten before four a.m. The first start singing to my insomnia, and I imagine them all in the jaws of hungry cats ( Read more... )

Thanks for yesterday's comments. Let's see if we can do that again. I like to see Frank the Goat all smiling and happy.

Sunny, and warm (high of 84˚F forecast) here in Providence, and I should go to the sea. Instead, I'll write.

So, after I propose a book as the month's selection, and after I discover it's a steaming pile of pink giraffe dung, ( Read more... )