January 11th, 2017


"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."

On this day one year ago, I learned of the death of David Bowie. And what followed was the shortest year of my life.

It's sunny today. Sunny and presently 49˚F (!). A hard rain came last night and washed away most of the snow.

Yesterday, I wrote out three pages of notes for the new Dancy story, which I will begin today. I also cleaned out my file cabinet, which resulted in another box and a half to go to storage. The effort didn't exhaust me, so I'm assuming that, except for a lingering cough, I'm free and clear of the crud that hit me New Year's Eve. It cost me about ten days.

If you've not yet preordered Dear Sweet Filthy World, please do so ASAP. Thank you.

My Vicodin script can't be refilled until Friday, so I'm high and dry until then, getting by on kratom. Okay, more dry than high.

Yesterday afternoon, Spooky made molasses and ginger cookies, and for dinner she made andouille sausages, collards, and mac and cheese. Comfort food. We spent the evening with the television and GW2. In Lornar's Pass, Nellis Rose Snow reached Level 53. I have not left the house since the 7th.

Have a cookie.

Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,
Aunt Beast