Sunny today. Currently, it's 45˚F, with the windchill at 39˚F. Yesterday was freakishly warm, with the high reaching 59˚F. Towards sunset, I went downstairs and outside for a few minutes. I hadn't been out of the house since the 7th. I was able to comfortably be barefoot on the sidewalk.

I'm still coughing.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,462 words on the new Dancy story, which is now titled "Tupelo," even though it's set in Birmingham. Spooky finished with the page proofs for Dear Sweet Filthy World, and today we have to send our notes to Subterranean Press.

I think that's all I have for now, except for this photograph of an apocalyptic sky hanging over our street yesterday afternoon.



Résistance, paix et Compassion,
Bête de tante