A rainy day, but there were spots of sun. Sun spots. Chilly. Our high was, briefly, 58, and it is currently 44˚F. I have had less productive days. I began a new vignette, for Sirenia Digest 191 (December 2021), "Metamorphosis D (Imago)." I think it will come quickly; it feels like an easy birth. I worked on Winifred. I owe several people important email, and I apologize that I have not sent those. My brain can get reluctant when it comes to communication with the outside world. Tonight on Facebook I wrote "If I believed in souls, I would say that I am soul sick." Also, our internet went out about 8:20 a.m. and we had to tether through Sprint all day until, finally shortly after dinner, it came back. Damage to a fiber optic cable. This is how easily your technobabble world can crumble, kittens. Oh, and speaking of technology! I have the annual Amazon Xmas list. I meant to post it sooner, but...I kept forgetting. It is right here . Thank you. Jiggle bells and all that shit. I think that's enough for now. Later Tater Beans, Aunt Beast 11:15 p.m. (Thank you, Dr. Kirkpatrick.)