It is cloudy today. I don’t know how long it will last, so I’m looking out the window occasionally to enjoy the lack of sun. Smidgen and Toby are here with me on the bed. I am rifling through a couple of old Shriekback articles I need to transcribe, whilst following various news sources concerning the chaos on several continents, mainly the Gaza tragedy and the Ebola outbreak. But I’m also taking mini-breaks from all that to aggressively seek out stuff that will make me laugh. Laughter is sometimes the only thing that will convince me I’m going to make it through the day without killing myself or someone else, or both.
Some new health issues have come up, but I’m not going to delve into that until I see my doctor on the 7th of August.
As is evidenced in my post last night, I am still writing. I don’t know when The Augury of Gideon is going to be released, but I promise it is complete and ready, for anyone who might be interested. Also, I started a Facebook page for The Vampire Relics. Please click the title to go see and join up. I’d love to have you.
For the past few days, I’ve been missing Todd a great deal. I don’t think I’ll ever get over losing him, and I do worry about him a lot, given what I assume to be some serious emotional upheaval in his life this past year. One of the things I liked about coming out to California was to have a better chance of seeing him again, since he’s also on the West Coast. It’s safe to say that won’t be happening.
Also, I’m deeply frustrated in regard to helping people effectively use the power of the Internet that is right at their finger-tips. I am by, by no means, a computer or network expert, but I’ve dabbled, explored, and worked damned hard to learn what I have over the past 15 years, and I would like to think that my efforts will not be vain, but I’m beginning to think I’ll always be the one to “set the time on the VCR”, so to speak.
Janice is finally getting her knee replacement, I think next week. She was wonderful at taking care of me after mine, so I feel a bit guilty not being there for her. She said she’d be okay, and she does have Johnna, Michael, and the kids. Blake is going to be staying with Uncle Michael during her recovery. I hope everything goes as smoothly for her as it did for me. I know her doctor. He was Aunt Tudi’s orthopedic doctor, so I have no doubt she is in very good hands.
I am thinking about committing to “paper” some accounts from my childhood that haunt me to this day. There are four, three of which have to do the paranormal or alien engagement, and one that I think was the Mother and Father Units fucking with me when I was in my crib. When I sufficiently gathered my thoughts about that, I’ll begin posting about them. I need to see if anyone else has ever experienced anything similar.
The Mother Unit is going to Costco later on, and I need to go with her. It’s time to restock cat litter and the fur-kids’ vittles. I don’t know what she and Matt have planned for tomorrow. Maybe we’ll go drumming, if the timing is right and we all feel like it. It would probably do me a little bit of good to get out of the house, at least as long as the sun isn’t trying to incinerate me. It’s not that it is hot, but that is almost always present. I feel like an ant under a magnifying glass.