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Sunny today, the shy too blue, too wide, too hungry. The appetite of autumn. Currently, it's 63˚F.

Yesterday was a little more tweaking the Black Helicopters ms., and then I printed the whole thing out. Today, I'm heading back over to the Hay to proofread it somewhere more pleasant than my red room. And speaking of the Hay, I met with Christopher Geissler yesterday at 5:30 p.m., and we delivered to him the Dancy box and the Joey LaFaye dolls (the former a donation to the CRK Papers, the latter only on loan). We talked about expanding the exhibit for November and December, and about the talk I'll give at the Hay in November (details TBA). The meeting went until dusk. I have to speak with him again today to finalize a few things. And Daniel Gorringe sent me a scan of his final sketch for "The Peddler's Tale, or Isobel's Revenge," and I approved it, and now he's inking. The new illustration will appear in Sirenia Digest No. 141.

I found myself cheering both John McCain and George W. Bush, and never in a million years did I imagine that was possible. Every living United States president, Republican and Democrat, has now publicly denounced Trump, an unprecedented state of affairs. Nothing like this has ever happened. This is uncharted territory for America. Do people even understand the magnitude? How can Trump voters not, at this point, question their support of the manchild?

I'm exhausted. I go to sleep scared and exhausted. I wake up scared and exhausted.

I have two photos from yesterday.

Later,
Aunt Beast




5:31 p.m.



6:14 p.m.