A Saturday in May

Saturday. Sunny, breezy, still a little cool, maybe, but I have windows open.

Laundry is laundrifying.

Preorder numbers for The Fey Duology: Apple -- 19. Amazon -- 97. Yes, Amazon is 80% of all sales. This is the game, and if you don't play, you starve.

So! The UFO files have been released, hey? And the Virginia courts have just proved that voting is a waste of everyone's time? And Mr. Trump is awarding no-bid contracts to a friend?

Have I mentioned before that I hate this timeline? That one man's stupidity, o'erweaning ego, and fear of being held accountable for his actions can do so much damage. And that's not even the Really Terrifying Thing. The Really Terrifying Thing is that, if the god in charge of this narrative should wake from their doze, stretch out a hand and edit out every egotistical, self-serving monster in the story, leaving only persons of honor, who are working for the common good?

They might not be able to fix the mess that's been made.

Well.

It was a pretty planet.

In other news, the to-do list tells me that today I will be writing, finishing the laundry, filing, baking, and trying my hand at fixing a mechanical clock.

What're you doing today?