*yawn* Morning, everyone. It's too early. For some reason my body
decided it only needed six hours of sleep, so I'm up at 7 again, and
wanting to go back to bed. Oh well. Feeling a bit mopey. Kevin goes
back to grad school today (Chicago, not Philly, because his advisor
decided to move *back* -- it's a long story). Also, almost all the mail I
got this morning was either routine or depressing. A list member (not one
I knew well) on one of my mailing lists died, and it's only chance that we
know about it at all. Wonder how many others just disappeared into the
mist. Kind of a bummer.
Eh. Don't want to bring y'all down too, so I'd better go. Finished Pat's
book, (excellent) and am now starting on an anthology of retold fairy
tales by Datlow and Windling. Looks promising. We'll see.
On the good side, I'm finally getting around to making some updates in my
pages that I've been meaning to do for a while. Watch for new things all
over. I also wrote a couple more pages of Dreams yesterday -- first
writing I've done over the holidays. I'm starting to itch to work --
enough lollygagging.
