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A cold night last night, down to 28˚F, and our high was only 46˚F, even with good sun. But the real cold air is coming Christmas weekend, with a low of 12˚F forecast for (I think) Sunday night. For Alabama, that's goddamn cold.
Anyway, weeks of working like a fiend, hardly eating, and stress, and yesterday I finally hit the wall. Hard. By last night I was ill, and then I hardly slept. Thought I sort of tinkered this morning with "Passage of Venus in Front of the Sun," rewriting one section. But no major progress. I spent most of the day just hydrating, eating, resting, trying to recover a bit. I finished reading Stella Maris, which is a brilliant conclusion to what was begun in The Passenger. Hopefully I'll actually be productive tomorrow.
There was a time when, in all the world, Concrete Blonde was the only band for me.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky's making chili, and she's going to make me eat an actual meal tonight.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:24 p.m.
Anyway, weeks of working like a fiend, hardly eating, and stress, and yesterday I finally hit the wall. Hard. By last night I was ill, and then I hardly slept. Thought I sort of tinkered this morning with "Passage of Venus in Front of the Sun," rewriting one section. But no major progress. I spent most of the day just hydrating, eating, resting, trying to recover a bit. I finished reading Stella Maris, which is a brilliant conclusion to what was begun in The Passenger. Hopefully I'll actually be productive tomorrow.
There was a time when, in all the world, Concrete Blonde was the only band for me.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky's making chili, and she's going to make me eat an actual meal tonight.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:24 p.m.