July 5th, 2019


It Came from the Eighties

Hot today. I don't know just how hot. I saw the heat index at 98˚F late in the afternoon. No rain.

Spooky made a trip to the storage unit, and it was 90˚F on the floor where all our shit's stored.

And I wrote. I did 1,230 words on the new story for Sirenia Digest #162, "The End of All Flesh is Before Me." And then I went back to work on the glyptosaur paper, which I'm sort of pulling apart and putting back together. Better.

This afternoon, I watched a documentary about Petra on the National Geographic Channel, and then we watched the last three episodes of the third season of Stranger Things, and I almost cried at the end.

And that was today.


6:01 p.m.