Yesterday, I wrote 1,031 words on the untitled thing for Sirenia Digest #130. So, there's some good news. I'll finish with it today or tomorrow.
My grateful thanks to Jennifer Gonsalves, whose purchase yesterday from Spooky's Etsy shop paid for about half of Hubero's vet visit. He's fine, though the vet wasn't sure what's up with his chin, whether it's a cyst or an abscess. But he's on antibiotics, and his pustulant chin is already looking better.
I'm playing around with waking up my Tumblr [sic] account (http://i-auntbeast.tumblr.com/), which I experimented with for a month back in 2014. At the time, I was off my meds and taking a break from LJ. But giving Tumblr [sic] another go is probably exactly the wrong thing to do. My suspicion is I should be seriously reducing the role of technology and social media in my life, not dumping more onto it. This presidential election proved a lot of things I've long believed to be true, and one of those things was the inherent, inevitable toxicity of social media. Plus, I'm probably thirty years too old to really "get" Tumblr [sic]. Which is fine.
Last night, after dinner, we did a eighties double feature, because the eighties are a whole lot less terrifying right now than the present day. First, we watched Joel Schumacher's St. Elmo's Fire (1985), which I'd not seen since it was new in theaters and I was in college. St. Elmo's Fire is not so much an actual movie as a melodrama-infused time capsule, but it has a certain charm. The second feature was Michael Lehmann's 1988 classic Heathers, which I've seen many, many times, but not in a few years.
And I will leave you with a photo of Hubero, exploring the vet's office.