November 28th, 2017


"So, as you push off from the shore..."

Cold and sunny. Currently, it's 32˚F in Providence.*

I didn't write yesterday. I worked on the ToC (Table of Contents) for The Dinosaur Tourist. And discovered that a surprising percentage of the stories I've written since 2013 have words like ballad, elegy, and idyll in their titles. I also sent Christopher Geisseler a short description he can post describing the talk I'm giving at the Hay at 4:30 p.m. on December 5th.

Last night, after leftover chili, it was all drag queens and jigsaw puzzles. I'm working on some cat-and-flowers puzzle my Mom sent me, and we're working our way through Season 6 of RuPaul's Drag Race again, having finished with seasons 5,7, and 8. I'm not sure we'll bother rewatching Season 9, as Sasha Velour was really the only thing that made it worthwhile.

Aunt Beast

4:53 p.m. (day before yesterday)

* At 12:45 p.m., the temperature has risen to 35˚F, but now we have a windchill that makes it feel like 29˚F.