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The Day Before Tomorrow

As writing days go, yesterday was another washout. I did 191 words, became mired in the mechanics of steam engines, and, by then, it was after 3 p.m. and Spooky had just realized we needed to drive down to her parents' farm in Saunderstown. So...I called it a day. A very unproductive day. But I did take care of a lot of email, and figured out which author's photo to use for the dust jacket of A is for Alien (it'll be the same one that appeared on To Charles Fort, With Love in 2005).

Cold out yesterday, but the sky was beautiful as we drove south from Providence. Low, patchy clouds, dusky purples, but burning yellow and white at the edges. It was twilight by the time we reached Saunderstown. The woods are so bare now, but it's not depressing. It surprises me that I don't find it so. When I was a child, I loved winter, because it meant the woods were so much safer to walk in. Being up here, I think I'm reminded of all the time I spent in the woods of Alabama, 35+ years ago. So, nostalgic, but not sad. We visited with Spooky's mom and with Spider the cat (the hugest cat I've ever met). We're probably solving our car problem by taking the van that Spooky's mom's been driving, a 1999 Plymouth mini-van. It's in excellent condition, and very roomy. The gas mileage isn't so hot, but we don't drive an awful lot anymore. Anyway, we had to go down to take a key to our old car and clean her mom's stuff out of the van. It was nice, cold but nice, being outside as the sun set. Winter is pretty much here. My first New England winter. On the way home, we swung by Newbury Comics in Warwick, because they had a warm hat there I wanted, and Spooky got new mittens. Odd place to shop for hats and mittens, I suppose, but there you go.

It was after eight by the time we got back home. I had a hot bath and washed my hair. Spooky made spaghetti. Later, there was housecleaning and preparation for the trip to NYC tomorrow. we played a couple of hours of WoW (Mithwen and Syllahr, mostly; Mithwen made Lvl 33, but still trails behind Shaharrazad, who's at 34). When we went to bed, Spooky read to me from the first chapter of The Fellowship of the Ring while I sorted through a bag of shells and beach glass, stones and mermaid purses we collected at Moonstone Beach way back in the summer. July 28th, the be precise. I dozed off about the time Gandalf arrived for Bilbo's eleventy-first birthday party.

I have to renew my membership to the Society of Vertebrate Paleontology today. I've been a member since 1984, and yet, somehow, I almost always forget to pay my dues until I get the late notice. At least this time I'm not so late I have to pay the $15 late fee. And speaking of money, we saw gas for less than $2 a gallon last night! Did someone start the Apocalypse and not bother to tell me?

Anyway, I should go. A long, long day ahead of us. Sonya arrives about 7:25 p.m., I think, and there's much to be done before then. I'm not sure I'll have a chance to make another entry until after New York, but I do hope to see some of you at KGB Bar tomorrow night.
Tags: a is for alien, gaming, rhode island, tcfwl, tolkien, travel, winter, writing

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