Spooky made it to the Botanical Gardens today. I ought to have gone with her, but I didn't. I've got to get past this fear. At this point, it has been over almost two weeks since I got Shot 1 and my body ought to be 80% immune to COVID-19. It's time to rejoin the world.
I have begun reading Jeff VanderMeer's marvelous new novel, Hummingbird Salamander. Jeff is, hands down, my favorite living science fiction/weird fiction author, and if you have not yet read him, you need to fix that now. I'm also reading Boris Pasternak's Doctor Zhivago. And, in non-fiction, Rüdiger Barth and Hauke Friederichs' The Last Winter of the Weimar Republic: The Rise of the Third Reich, Björn Kurtén and Elaine Anderson's classic Pleistocene Mammals of North America, and Schubert, Mead, and Graham's (eds) Ice Age Cave Faunas of North America. There was a time, long ago, I read one book at a time. There was a time I could read without Mr. Magoo glasses.
Anyway, here's an adorable little skink (probably Plestiodon inexpectatus), courtesy Spooky's camera: