greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

"Staring straight into the pure black void."

Currently, it's partly cloudy here and only 83˚F.

No writing yesterday. I wasn't well, and that was after not having slept. I puttered about all day, doing a little more unpacking, reading, listening to music, and so forth. It was a lost day, I suppose, but mostly I felt too lousy to care. Today, back to work on the noir, which I hope to have finished by tomorrow evening. And I have to jump into the proofreading for The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Tachyon), if I'm to get it done, as the deadline is August 15th, which looms fucking large.


From my LiveJournal, on this day in 2008, shortly after our move to Providence:

"Here is the Future, as much as there is ever a 'future,' and it is bizarre and deadly, ugly and wondrous, and I have no place here."

The last ten years have only served to convince me I was correct.


Last night, after the third night of chili, we watched four or five more episodes of Season Six of Orange is the New Black. I read this morning that Season Seven has already been green lit, so that's good news.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions.

I took no photos yesterday, as I felt to bad to bother. So you get a photo of Lydia talking in her sleep, taken on Friday.


2:37 p.m. (Friday)
Tags: "cherry street tango", 2008, anachronism, cats, futureshock, good tv, lost days, lydia, noir, orange is the new black, proofreading, tachyon, then vs. now

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