Most of work yesterday came down to email and decisions, and then there was a doctor's appointment late. Though, before the doctor we made it down to Reed Books and browsed the shelves for an hour or so.
Returning to the matter of those two days without entries: As I've said, the power went out early Sunday morning. It didn't come back on until 3 p.m. on Monday, something like thirty-eight hours later. The apartment was an icebox, but not cold enough that we didn't lose everything in the freezer and fridge. And when the electricity finally came on again, we discovered the storm had also caused an internet outage. That continued well into Tuesday afternoon. So, from about 1 a.m. on Sunday morning until Tuesday afternoon, chaos and boredom and disruption. In all our ten years on Oak Street in Providence, through hurricanes and blizzards, we only lost power once, for a couple of hours. But there were no trees, to speak of, and we were on the same line as a fire station, which worked to our advantage.
Some good mail the last couple of days, including a package from Jason Thompson and a beautiful print from Mark Witton, a pelagornithid bird.
Sunday night, at my mom's, we finished our second viewing of all five seasons of Boardwalk Empire (56 episodes, 2010-2014). It is, without a doubt, on of the most brilliant things ever made for TV, and if you've not seen it, do yourself a favor.
Today, I need to do a last check of the page proofs for The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Tachyon, 2019), and then we have to go to the bank.