That said...I did not write yesterday. See my second entry yesterday, the one that mentions too many e-mails and phone calls. Plus, it became evident I needed to postpone the office move, which led to yet more dithering and time wasting on my part. At 2:30ish (CaST), I made the decision that I'd take the rest of the day off. After all, I'd written five days straight, with a minimum of about 1,200 words each day (and way over that on most), and since I'd not be moving the office today, I'd be getting Saturday back. So, yeah, no writing yesterday. I will be finishing "The Lovesong of Lady Ratteanrufer" this afternoon.
Having decided that there would be no writing, and needing to clear my head, we went to Freedom Park and I did some work with my willow wand. It wasn't as cold as I'd expected, and the sun was bright and warm. There were crows. Then, more exhausted than I'd expected to be, I had an exceptionally hot bath and washed my hair and kept dozing off. Byron was expected at 7:30 for dinner, so I had to perk back up with coffee and Bailey's (see what I said about interesting?). We did dinner at The Vortex at L5P, and in an attempt to get some godsawful Cheap Trick song out of my head, Byron and I sang TMBG's "The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas" just a bit louder than one probably ought in public. But it was The Vortex, so no one seemed to notice. Back home, we were both jonesing for more TMBG (he and I), so I put on Apollo 18. Then there was Dr. Who, and then Byron left, and then there was Battlestar Galactica, and then Spooky and I watched Jon Favreau's Zathura (2005) (which was actually quite good). There really wasn't much else to yesterday. I did get some reading done, more Dinosaurs of Mars research, The Processes of Fossilization (Stephen K. Donovan, ed.; 1991). There is far too little literature on the diagenesis of bone and the geochemistry of fossil bone.
I'll try to get some more of the underbed photos up this evening.
Late last night, Vince Locke sent me a whole bunch of the artwork for Tales from the Woeful Platypus, and if anything, it's more gorgeous than the work he did for Frog Toes and Tentacles. I mean, wow. Especially his illustrations for "Pony" and "pas-en-arrière." If you haven't yet preordered Tales from the Woeful Platypus and would like a copy, I hope you'll order soon. It's going to be another beautiful book, guaranteed.
Right. Herr Platypus is calling my name. Sheheit's a little annoyed at me for playing hooky yesterday, so amends must be made. You know how it goes...
There's always a way,
Here in November in this house of leaves
Please, I know it's hard to believe,
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees.
You and me,
And these shadows keep on changing.