Tag Archives: real life
Sometimes, real life sucks because of COVID deniers.
Follow-up to what I blogged about on the 6th about my twin being told not to tell anyone where he works that he had — past tense, had it but now doesn’t — COVID-19: He got his yearly job performance … Continue reading
Updates: end of May
Question: What is both cute and scary? Answer: Eleven kittens. Smudge’s three half-sisters had their kittens in the same week, and there are now eleven small kittens — plus their moms — living in our back yard: three “tuxedo” kittens, … Continue reading
They Can Dance If They Want To…
If you think one of the best things about the 80s song “Safety Dance” is the medieval clothing worn by everyone in the video… If you’ve already watched literally every funny cat/dog/bird video online, and now you don’t know what … Continue reading
We’re celebrating the kitten’s birthday today.
This was Logan back in the middle of June, 2019: …and this is Logan now, at one year old: His hobbies include napping in cardboard boxes, chittering loudly at sparrows and finches outside the kitchen window, and shoving fake mice … Continue reading
Cats, editing, and my clone-sibling’s new armor
So there I was this morning, making coffee in the kitchen, when the kitten came running into the room, dragging a full-size bath towel… “Logan, what are you doing?” “Boo-boo!” he meowed. Flop. Flip. Purrrrr…. Cats are so weird. Isn’t … Continue reading
Anything that can go weirdly, will. Especially copyediting fiction. Especially if the copyeditor is the author’s clone-sibling.
This is how it went, back near the beginning of the month: Needed to take a break from editing. Decided to listen to music. First song to come up was… “Eye in the Sky,” by The Alan Parsons Project. I … Continue reading
‘Nothing to see here…,’ and why.
What you’ve been seeing here since the middle of August — or rather, not seeing — is me taking necessary (in)action to prevent burnout from getting worse. It’s the sort of burnout that’s apparently rather common for people of my … Continue reading
North of Andover 