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Sunny today, and the warmth is back. Currently, it's 75˚F.

Sonya is back in Boston. We took her to the station sometime around 4:30 yesterday afternoon. Six of the nine bookcases in my office are packed. I can handle the rest on my own. Today, we need to drive over to Pawtucket and see what needs to be done at the storage unit before we load it into the Penske truck on the 12th. Time is getting short. Tomorrow, I have to put Sirenia Digest 148 together and get it out to subscribers.

Yesterday morning, the news reached me that Gardner Dozois has died. We weren't friends, only acquaintances. But I can credit him with getting me back into writing science fiction after I'd given up, when he bought "Riding the White Bull" in 2005 for his The Year's Best Science Fiction.

Last night, after a dinner of tuna casserole, we watched TV until we were sleepy, new episodes of Naked and Afriad XL (yeah, I know; we all have our vices) and Archer and I'm Dying Up Here. Then I couldn't get to sleep until after 3:30 a.m., because my brain wouldn't shut off.

My office is looking less and less like my office.

TTFN,
CRK




4:27 p.m.