What went before: Taking a small break.
Rook and Tali assisted me in a nap; I take them so seldom that it was felt I needed spotters. I believe I acquitted myself well, though I declined an immediate review.
I’m still working and will be working a while longer. I want to hit a Certain Point this evening, so that I can hit another Certain Point tomorrow.
Tomorrow is, by the way, predicted to be warmer than today, and Monday warmer than that, peaking with really dangerous (for Maine values of dangerous) heat on Tuesday, then easing back to something approaching normal on Thursday.
Coon cat happy hour in about an hour. In the meantime, as I said, still working here — oh. And I need to water the roses.
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
Sunday. Glowering and damp. Heading for warm and damp.
Breakfast was hummus, naan, cherries. I’ll think of something for lunch.
BEGIN FB-specific Well. I seem to have created a stampede yesterday. You all do realize that if we already share FB friendship that you have already passed through my vetting process, yes? And that the people I was talking to specifically are those who send me a new request for friendship, but have their page locked down so tight, I have nothing to vet.
Which in one way, makes my job very easy, but apparently makes me look churlish and aloof to those I reject.
Yes, yes. First world problems.
END FB-specific
Speaking of which, I see we’re at war. I suppose that makes sense: war’s good for the economy, after all; and it’s a convenient way to get rid of all those excess and annoying non-millionaires — draft ’em and let ’em get blown up. And there’s also that pesky question of elections and the wartime powers of presidents.
Man, I hate this timeline.
deep breath
I’m getting ready to go bury my head in a manuscript.
What’s everybody else doing?
Today’s blog post brought to you by Talking Heads, “Life During Wartime”
Tali and Rook working on their technique:
