The greyest sky, and currently it's 41˚F, windchill at 38˚F. In Birmingham, it's 56˚F, sunny, no windchill.

I didn't write yesterday. I read back over most of "Behind the Wall of Sleep, Below the Starless Sky, Above the Sea of Worms," tossed out about 1,700 words (of 4,898), and decided it needs a much shorter title. I will finish it today.

TV last night. A very good episode of Star Trek: Discovery, but now we have to wait until January for more.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast




5:51 p.m.