Sunday

Sunny and warm, 84 degrees. Weather guys are talking about tropical storms in the Atlantic ... hm. I have an old storm!fic WIP buried somewhere. Maybe I should dig it out -- it's about a hurricane striking the East Coast (as a Category-3 did in 1938, killing over 600 people throughout New England).

What else? Lots of blue jays and doves coming to the water dish -- in addition, there was a pretty house finch on the feeder yesterday.

So. More later.

Sunday Night

Very quiet day, mostly spent being grumpy because my shoulder was hurting. Apparently it is another of those "hello I am your body telling you you are getting old" things, gah.

Anyway. The cottontail bunny was back, and at one point it was stretched full length under one of the oak trees, nibbling on corn. Played with some fic. Did a little research on hospital morgues. Heh.

Also, read an interesting article on the Texas author Larry McMurtry. Text is under the cut -- I thought the paragraphs about how long a writer is able to write and about his childhood were particularly interesting.

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