Breakfast was a Red Bull and two dried out, miniature cinnamon rolls. We had to hit the bank and the pharmacy before we could leave the city.
Last night I spoke of last winter's "stale Hell" entries, which consisted of me posting a photo of our frozen, slushy, winter-bound street every day (partly as a means of forcing me out of the House every day). If you're interested (and who wouldn't be?), they begin here, and they end here.
Tomorrow I'll post an account of our harrowing return to the 'stock, complete with photos, just like Life magazine in the old days. For now, I'm having trouble sitting upright.
The wind is roaring like a demon here. When we got back, Philip was relieving the eaves of their dreadful weight of icicles. Currently, it's -2 here, with a windchill of -13, quite a bit colder than in Providence. Philip claims tonight and tomorrow night will be the coldest nights of the winter. I figure a wendigo told him.
And there's this: "Humble Subterranean Press Bundle." Now, you guys know how I feel about ebooks. You may or may not also know that I am a fervent defender of DRM. However, freelancers often cannot afford to have the courage of their convictions; I need the money. So, if you want $96 worth of ebooks from SubPress for a minimum of $12.37 ("pay what you want"), including my World Fantasy Award-winning The Ape's Wife and Other Stories, there you go. Do not ask me questions about platforms and shit, because I don't know the answers. All that stuff is at the website at the other end of that link.