greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
greygirlbeast
greygirlbeast

"Cover the shapes and erase the date. This could be any evening in any place."

A freakishly warm day. It's already 63˚F out there. Spooky's opening the storm window in my office. At least this room can air out a little. Thank you, El Niño. God, that air smells good. Currently, we are one degree away from the record high for this day, 64˚F in 1989.

I hardly slept last night. For a lot of known reasons. For several. I was up at a quarter to six this morning, working on Sirenia Digest #120, which should go out this evening. I finished the story yesterday. "Build Your Houses With Their Backs to the Sea" unexpectedly became "Notes for an Electronaut's Ovid." I'll use "Build Your Houses With Their Backs to the Sea" for some other story someday. After dinner, I proofread it and made edits. I'm going to try and make it to the John Hay Library this afternoon to do a little proofreading on Mythos Tales.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions, ending this afternoon. Thank you.

Okay, so...I have to do something unpleasant for my health, which currently isn't all that great. My health, I mean. I'm not a kid anymore, and I can't keep treating myself like this. And I'm going to be sick for a week or so. And then I'll be better. I may or may not be scarce here for a little while. I've put this off far too long.

But hey, I have seven seasons of Malcolm in the Middle to see me through it.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast
Tags: "build your houses", "electronaut's ovid", 1989, addiction, editing, el nino, john hay library, mythos tales, not a kid anymore, pills, proofreading, titles, warm february
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