"From above and deep below the ground..." (160)
Sunny today. Our high was 69˚F.
And here we are, at the end of this first week of this new and dreadful year. No, I am not a nihilist. I am an observer.
I had the first decent night's sleep last night that I've had in at least a week.
This morning I proofread "Discord in Anthracite," made a ton of line edits, and then attended to all those corrections. The good news is that it's a better story than I thought it was. The bad news is that the digest won't be going out until tomorrow, since I took so long with the editing.
I read. I read a lot.
I fought the daily allotment of depression, anxiety, dread, and fear. I worried about what is to come of us when we leave Birmingham and head back to New England. There is still so much uncertainty surrounding this whole endeavor, primarily involving finding a decent and affordable place to live and a new doctor for me. And time is getting very short.
Last night, Kathryn and I watched Scott Cooper's The Pale Blue Eye (2023). This film truly is an utter joy. You must see it, especially if you are an admirer of Edgar Allen Poe's. The cast is superb, but the crowning glory is Harry Melling, who is simply a delight to watch. This is the best "weird" film I have seen since Nope (though it is a very different sort of weird film). See this movie. See it.
Once again, as usual, please have a look at the Big Cartel shop, Dreaming Squid Sundries. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:49 a.m. (Wednesday)
And here we are, at the end of this first week of this new and dreadful year. No, I am not a nihilist. I am an observer.
I had the first decent night's sleep last night that I've had in at least a week.
This morning I proofread "Discord in Anthracite," made a ton of line edits, and then attended to all those corrections. The good news is that it's a better story than I thought it was. The bad news is that the digest won't be going out until tomorrow, since I took so long with the editing.
I read. I read a lot.
I fought the daily allotment of depression, anxiety, dread, and fear. I worried about what is to come of us when we leave Birmingham and head back to New England. There is still so much uncertainty surrounding this whole endeavor, primarily involving finding a decent and affordable place to live and a new doctor for me. And time is getting very short.
Last night, Kathryn and I watched Scott Cooper's The Pale Blue Eye (2023). This film truly is an utter joy. You must see it, especially if you are an admirer of Edgar Allen Poe's. The cast is superb, but the crowning glory is Harry Melling, who is simply a delight to watch. This is the best "weird" film I have seen since Nope (though it is a very different sort of weird film). See this movie. See it.
Once again, as usual, please have a look at the Big Cartel shop, Dreaming Squid Sundries. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:49 a.m. (Wednesday)