Yesterday, though we made a valiant effort, we did not finish the proofreading. We made it through four very long stories – "Bradbury Weather," "Andromeda Among the Stones," "Houses Under the Sea," and "The Maltese Unicorn." That only leaves "The Prayer of Ninety Cats," which we'll do this morning, and then I'll be finished. I mean to get myself into no more proofreading for as long as possible.
Last night, we had hot dogs and watched the second episode of Ken Burns' The War. There should have been RP, but there wasn't.
From my Facebook:
When my books are no longer being published as actual printed real-world, hard-copy paper-and-ink books, I will stop writing. Period. I hope it never comes to that, but the world is ever more fucked up. I think my stand here is not so different from Tarantino's stand on being done with directing when digital is the only option. Right there with you, man.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions, because they're still making me pay rent. Thanks.
Also, a thank you to Julie, in far off Athens, for sending a new jigsaw puzzle, with art by her sister, Jill. The puzzle arrived day before yesterday, and now I just need time to do it.