We have snow coming, today and tomorrow. Likely only an inch or so, and it'll all be melted away by Sunday, probably. But, fuck all, I'm sick of this. Currently, it's 39˚F, with the windchill at 33˚F. In Birmingham, it's 63˚F, and the high will be 75˚F., and it's not going to snow.
Yesterday, I read through "Ballad of a Catamite Revolver" and made a bunch of line edits. I very much like this story; it just works. Then I pulled together the one hundred and thirty-fourth issue of the digest, which, technically, is the one hundred and thirty-fifth issue. It went out early yesterday afternoon.
Today is a day off. We're going to see Ghost in the Shell.
There was other work. Oh, and rumor has it Dear Sweet Filthy World will be released today, but I suspect it'll be a few days more before copies are sighted in the wild.
And there's not much else to yesterday. Spooky was in South County again, feeding chickens and minding cats and whatnot, and she took photographs of a land where spring is desperately trying to come.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
All photographs Copyright © 2017 by Kathryn A. Pollnac