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July 7th, 2019

The day started out bright and hot, then a thunderstorm blew in about 1:30 this afternoon, and my office was suddenly dark as twilight. And then the wind hit, blowing leaves from the trees. And then the rain. We dropped about ten degrees ˚F in just a few minutes, I think. Currently, it's only 74˚F.

Today, I wrote 1,555 words and finished the story that is now known as "The Surgeon's Photograph (Murder Ballad 11)." I'll definitely keep the subtitle, because this is one of the murder ballads, even if I should wind up reverting back to the original title. Anyway, I was so pleased to have found THE END that I decided to give myself the afternoon off from the glyptosaur paper. I'll go back to it all day tomorrow and Tuesday. Then I have McWane Wednesday and Thursday.

On Friday, I'll put together Sirenia Digest #162 and get it out to subscribers.

So, the week is full.

Oh, and I've gone back to Second Life. Every time this happens, I'm surprised. But I need the RP.

Also, I signed a whole bunch of eBay books tonight, so Spooky can get them to the post office tomorrow. If your book's late, that's my fault, not hers, and I apologize.


7:37 p.m.