Hot again today, but the humidity was much lower, and I doubt the heat index was a terrible as it was yesterday.
I did 1,371 words on "Dreams of a Poor Wayfaring Stranger." I hope to finish the story by the end of the month, as I have another Dancy story to write.
Tonight, birthday leftovers and good TV. I slept better last night than I have been sleeping, but Spooky didn't. Tonight's LJ features the puppet that she's been working on, below. It is putting me in mind of Iggy and Sweet William.
On my birthday in 2017, I wrote the following in this journal: Here on my 53rd birthday, I am profoundly grateful to have been born when I was, in 1964, and to have had the good fortune of a childhood free of computers and the internet and video games and social media, grateful not to be a "digital native," not to have grown up "plugged in." God, I miss that world. Call it nostalgia if you wish, but it's something far deeper.
Today, my Grandmother Ramey would have been 105, and Harlan would have been 85.
The eBay auctions continue, because shit still ain't free. Especially rent. And food. And printer paper. And cat food. And doctor's visits. And...you get the point.