Unfortunately, like yesterday, I overslept. This time until 9 a.m. I'd awakened at 5, because I heard something strange, which I became convinced was a coyote dashing manically up and down the backstairs. And for some reason that gave me the creeps and kept me awake half an hour. The sun was rising as I got back to sleep, and then, suddenly, I was dreaming about Kathryn waking me up, and it was 9 a.m. Which is when I wake her up. Anyway, I did not get anything written on "Strandling." I did not work on the Secret Project or Winifred. That hour and a half of extra sleep threw my schedule into disarray, again, and...I have to become more flexible. What did I manage to do today? Not fucking much. I watched two aviation documentaries and read part of Wiley and Lieberman's Phylogenetics. This is not to say it was not a slightly momentous day, it just was not a productive one.
Kathryn and I went for a short walk and actually spoke to a neighbor, and none of us were wearing masks. And that was so very, very strange. For me, it has been many, many months since I have spoken to anyone face-to-face who was not masked. Oh, I also talked with a towhee and found a dead chipmunk. And then, for dinner, Spooky got us burgers from Five Guys. My first takeout since my self isolation began in mid March 2020. It was motherfucking sublime.
It was sunny and warmer today. We made it to 78˚F, though low eighties had been forecast. We are supposed to reach low eighties tomorrow, and I guess we'll see. Currently, it's 77˚F.
Tomorrow there will be work. I will get up at 7 or 7:30 in the morning, and there will be work. Things will happen when and as they should. Dammit.
I leave you with Himself, below.
Full of Beef,