Oh, I forgot to mention that I heard cicadas when I went outside yesterday. First time this year. I only just remembered listening the frogs in the woods outside my office window.
Not much of a day. A huge lot of email, including Writers House, an editor in Italy, Jun Ebersole, and Andy Rindsberg. And I'm still trying to get an area ready to do prep in. We had to order a window fan from Amazon today, because I want to sent most of the dust and fumes Outside. And I spent some time rearranging a book shelf. Yeah, exciting damn day. Quarantine drags on. Are we still calling it that? Or, for some of us, is this just how the world will be now?
This morning on Facebook I said, "I have now been news free for three days, and I'm starting to feel a lot better." Which is true, but Spooky told me about the Supreme Court ruling, so thanks guys. Well, thanks to six of you, anyway.
And I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater
While my friends are all waving from the shore.
And I don't need you to tell me what that means.
I don't believe in that stuff anymore. ~ Phoebe Bridgers