I may have gotten four hours sleep last night. Maybe. I dreamt of Loch Ness for the first time in many months*, which is interesting. What subconscious landscape am I swinging back towards? And Eddie H., I dreamt of you, as well. Even after almost 24 years, I still do.
Nothing has been written. Nothing fiction-wise.
The summer I swam once.
But Sirenia Digest #90 is on its way. Thanks to the subscribers for their patience.
Yesterday evening Spooky and I visited an exhibit at RISD devoted to dandyism. We saw one of Andy Warhol's wigs, the only surviving article of clothing worn by Oscar Wilde (a white shirt), a tuxedo worn by Fred Astaire, a suit that once belonged to John Waters, and a beautiful velvet suit worn by Patti Smith. We inexplicably forgot the camera, so Spooky's going back on Sunday.
*Actually, no. I see there was a LN dream on August 6th. Even more interesting.