I'm so far behind, I've become the proverbial Ouroboros. I'm choking on my ass, and the deadlines tower like a leaning Mount Everest, ever ready to lose the war with gravity and bury me. Which, actually, would be a goddamn blessing.
I got nothing written yesterday on "The Green Abyss." Today? I don't know. There's a Nor'easter on top of us, and the wind has me even more on edge than I was yesterday. I am not a beast of the wind. I am a beast of warm, still atmospheres. Currently, here in Providence the temperature is 55˚F (with a "RealFeel®" of 46˚F, thank you Accuweather). The steel-grey sky is spitting mist. The aforementioned wind is blowing at 20 mph, with gusts up to 34 mph. More of the same tomorrow.
Fair warning: If you have any interest whatsoever in sky-watching, do not move to New England. Will we be able to see tomorrow's partial solar eclipse? No, because of the weather. By my reckoning, we're unable to see nine out of every ten astronomical events because of clouds (eclipses, meteor showers, auroras, etc.). Though, to be fair, we're so far east that tomorrow's eclipse would hardly have been visible to us anyway.
And yesterday, a squirrel took out the electricity to approximately 5,000 "customers" here. Boom. Crispy squirrel. We were lucky, because we love squirrels. Especially with gravy and dumplings.
These days, I'm doing good if I can write two hours a day. Which doesn't come close to cutting it.
I wish someone would invite me to a fancy dress ball. Or a tea party. Or an orgy. Anything would be better than this monotony.
Remember when I used to post photographs of Providence?
Queen of One-Sentence Paragraphs and Poor Eyesight,
Aunt Beast (like a rhino)