Yesterday marked the 75th day of the BP petrocalamity.
Whatever plans we'd had for our eighth anniversary, Spooky and I had to put on hold when she realized that Sméagol had an abscessed pad on his right hind foot. It was badly swollen and not draining. So she took him to a local vet, where the injury was drained. He was given a dose of antibiotics and sent home. We suspect he sustained the wound during one of the epic kaiju battles in which he and Hubero regularly indulge. But...yeah...on our eighth anniversary, we tended the Sméagol's paw. And the vet bill.
Today, I do the very last read through on "The Maltese Unicorn" before it goes back to the anthology's editor for the very last time tomorrow.
If you've not already, please have a look at the eBay auctions, and, in particular, have a look at the Salammbô T-shirt. Thanks.
A good mail day yesterday. I got a package from Peter Straub, containing A Special Place: The Heart of a Dark Matter (Pegasus Books). Also, there was an extraordinarily generous package from Steven Lubold, which included a copy of the 1966 Arkham House anthology, The Dark Brotherhood and Other Pieces. So, big thank yous to both Peter and Steven.
Yesterday, derekcfpegritz wrote:
Suggestion: "How the Moon Got Its Whiskers" has to involve the cats that helped Randolph Carter get back from the Moon in "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath." I've always wondered about what stake the cats had in his adventures. I mean, we're talking cats here. Cats do not help people "just because." There was definitely something in it for them, and I wonder if it was the get back at the Moon-beasts somehow. Or, hell, maybe they just owed Pickman a favour.
Not a bad idea. This might even tie into my unfinished story, "The Alchemist's Daughter," which was set in Lovecraft's dreamlands, and featured Ulthar and its cats.
Today is July 4th, the birthday of my Grandfather, Gordy M. Ramey. He was born in July 1911, and died in January 1977. Which means this is his 99th birthday. Weird.