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Hinterlands 1

Sitting here doing some rather grim math. And I see that in the last twenty-nine days, all of August, I've left the House only four times. On the the second, the tenth, the sixteenth, and the twenty-fourth. I'm not sure I should actually count the twenty-fourth, given that was a doctor's appointment. Even by my standards, looking back and realizing that I've let things get this bad is more than a little disturbing. We'd planned to leave the House today...except I was sick last night, and...

I didn't find THE END of "Fairy Tale of the Maritime" yesterday. I wrote less than eight hundred words, was probably working on the final paragraph, and began to have serious doubts about how I was wrapping it up. So, I stopped, hoping I'd come back today with a clearer understanding of what's going on. But no such clearer understanding has presented itself to me. But I've got to finish it, either today or tomorrow, because I have to get Sirenia Digest #57 out.


Aug. 30th, 2010 07:54 pm (UTC)

Hm ... and on the second, tenth, sixteenth and twenty-fourth respectively, something horrible happened somewhere in the world.

Is there ever a day when something horrible doesn't happen in the world?
Aug. 30th, 2010 07:59 pm (UTC)
Yes. It was three billion years ago on a Thursday. Amino acids joined together and celebrated the first Christmas.
Aug. 30th, 2010 08:01 pm (UTC)

Amino acids joined together and celebrated the first Christmas.

I'd say that might have been the most horrible day of all.
Aug. 30th, 2010 08:07 pm (UTC)
Okay ... um ... then some of the amino acids turned into stuff and evolved into trolls and they stole Christmas from a bunch of orphans. And there were dinosaurs.