"Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy."
Sunny this morning, cloudy this afternoon. Our high was 70˚F.
I was up at 5:30 a.m., groggy as fuck. It remains to be seen whether if this early morning schedule is going to work. I scrambled three eggs, made coffee. And then I got to work. I did another 1,283 words on "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale." Spooky still likes where it's going. And later, I worked on MP1. I have learned quite a lot in the last two days about the squmate brain, primarily the forebrain, including the olfactory bulbs, cerebral hemispheres, and the diencephalon back to the anterior portion of the telenocephalon. You know, shit I knew in college, but you use it or you lose it, kittens. And I have lost more knowledge about lizards and snakes that I will ever again know.
But, yeah, work wise it was a good day. I've been having a lot of those.
On Twitter today I posted: It's a special sort of hell, loving your home when your home is, in terms of people, the sort of cesspool that Alabama has become (again). What option do I have but to leave, again, no matter how much I do not want to go?
I'm going to talk about this fiasco with Trump's Supreme Court and Roe v. Wade. I do not often allow myself to go full-tilt Reductio ad Hitlerum about shit, but there is a time and a place. Such as now. I'll get to that tomorrow. I'm too tired today, and I don't presently have the strength to discuss anything that makes me hate human beings more than I do usually. This is not conservatism vs. liberalism. This is fascism vs. basic humanity.
Lydia posed for today's photo.
Here's the link to the Big Cartel shop. And here's the link to my Amazon wishlist; the countdown is at 19 days, I think.
That's all for now. Scat.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
8:06 p.m.
I was up at 5:30 a.m., groggy as fuck. It remains to be seen whether if this early morning schedule is going to work. I scrambled three eggs, made coffee. And then I got to work. I did another 1,283 words on "Living a Boy's Adventure Tale." Spooky still likes where it's going. And later, I worked on MP1. I have learned quite a lot in the last two days about the squmate brain, primarily the forebrain, including the olfactory bulbs, cerebral hemispheres, and the diencephalon back to the anterior portion of the telenocephalon. You know, shit I knew in college, but you use it or you lose it, kittens. And I have lost more knowledge about lizards and snakes that I will ever again know.
But, yeah, work wise it was a good day. I've been having a lot of those.
On Twitter today I posted: It's a special sort of hell, loving your home when your home is, in terms of people, the sort of cesspool that Alabama has become (again). What option do I have but to leave, again, no matter how much I do not want to go?
I'm going to talk about this fiasco with Trump's Supreme Court and Roe v. Wade. I do not often allow myself to go full-tilt Reductio ad Hitlerum about shit, but there is a time and a place. Such as now. I'll get to that tomorrow. I'm too tired today, and I don't presently have the strength to discuss anything that makes me hate human beings more than I do usually. This is not conservatism vs. liberalism. This is fascism vs. basic humanity.
Lydia posed for today's photo.
Here's the link to the Big Cartel shop. And here's the link to my Amazon wishlist; the countdown is at 19 days, I think.
That's all for now. Scat.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
8:06 p.m.