new world
I worked for years at University Hospital in London. So did my mOm. The joint’s now closed from top to bottomus due to COVID.
Meshugas regarding UPSUN briefly cleared up. Now I should probably prep and print the last two manuscripts in readiness for when I get asked for them.
I am officially going to be too busy to cause trouble for the next little while.
Moloch poem is now three chapters long. It will need brutal amounts of rewrites and editing.
Practiced, put laundry away, finished the letter to mOm.
Evacuation Day
There’s always the possibility this site won’t exist any more because I don’t or my estate quit paying the bills, but I thought it would be funny to post this.
I can well imagine drinking for a week after we get rid of Coronavirus.
insanity, the gift that keeps on giving
A couple of things got straightened out today and in consequence my mood’s considerably lighter.
If Jeff or I say in future that we ‘elsewhere wendeth’ you can pretty much be assured we’re either hitting the head or fixing to die. (It’s a Time Team reference.)
did I die laughing reading this, ALMOST but not quite.
I’m starting to mail photocopy art and crafted paper to people, I’m obviously losing my mind.
I have started a long poem called The Dark Book; it’s a meditation on Moloch and it’s going to be really dark and ugly and written like a spell book or scriptures. It’s going to be at least thirty pages long, quite dense, possibly longer. I don’t need another project but it’s a really great place to put my anger about a certain show ending.
Lazy day
I practiced, made vegetarian pizza, did three loads of laundry, had a bath and washed my hair, mailed some letters, wrote some letters.
The cultural competence reader is going to start working on UPSUN this week.
Today I’ll make some phone calls. Life feels a lot better.
god a’mighty
open in another tab to embiggen this Daily COVID-19 Deaths per million capita for 7 day period ending 21 November 2020
How Grim Was My Sally:
Many moons (plus Jupiter)
reddit user JjSerra photo credit
The sproing is alive
Another very low key day yesterday, didn’t even make it to the mailbox, but lots of lovely phone calls, plus I practiced and wrote a bit.
Laundry today. Told Paul I’m going to be self-isolating for a week or two, so unless he wants to walk masked in the neighbourhood I’m not travelling by car anywhere.
absolutely as little as possible
Apart from making flower buns, writing letters and mailing them and practicing, I did very little yesterday. My sleep has not been disturbed, but it has been in chunks throughout both night and day.
Words to sustain us
I see the Daily Fail has been at it again
and then there’s this asshole
To apologize for putting both Anthony Sabatini (famine and death attend him) and Kyle Rittenhouse (may he never sleep again until the long sleep takes him) on eye level with you, have this.
EVERY CHILD EVERYWHERE
everything is making me cry
@TwistedDoodles on twitter made this
my last public words on the subject
updated 25 nov
I told Jeff that watching Supernatural was like having an abusive boyfriend for 4 years (I only started watching late in 2016)
If I’m posting word counts in future it won’t be for fanfic.
Somebody made a canonical list of all the queer people that were killed in the show
I was wrong about it being Jensen’s fault, but everything else I got right.
Happy endings are for chumps.
But hey, don’t take my word for it, the aggregators are speaking!:
