“Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.” ~ Georges Bernanos
There was a dream of snakes.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,035 words on the third new section that will be added to the Tor.com edition of Black Helicopters, an agent of Albany being interrogated in a cottage in Borrisokane, Ireland, a cottage that once was an IRA safe house. Maybe I'll finish the scene today.
I made the mistake of going out with Spooky yesterday when she ran her errands, because it seemed wiser than staying here alone, given my mental state. But it was a mistake. The blue weather was just too much, that terrifying cloudless, coastal, autumnal sky, and it shut me down for the rest of the day and night. I should try not to leave the House for a while.
Last night, we watched the new (third) episode of Star Trek: Discovery and the new episode of The Deuce (fourth). I read "The Gobiosuchidae in the early evolution of Crocodyliformes" in the new JVP.