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March 17th, 2018

Lá Fhéile Pádraig 2018

It's a wide carnivorous sky this morning. Not a cloud in sight, but cold as hell. Currently, it's 35˚F, with the windchill at a bitter 23˚F.

I'm having trouble waking up today.

Yesterday, I did 1,624 words and found THE END of the story that I might call "Virginia Story." Maybe. Today, I'll polish it a little and try to pull together Sirenia Digest No. 146.

I spend a lot of time these days wondering where people are and what they're doing, people who have been lost to me – one way or the other – over the decades.

This morning, I started reading Horseman, Pass By.

Later,
Aunt Beast




3:27 p.m.