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So the basic schedule is a chapter a week but I'm getting ahead of that right now for a couple of reasons, one being that Afterwar isn't going so well and another being that I want to have it done. So in seven weeks or so, I've put up nine chapters. There are twenty-five chapters. It will be up in its entirety, I hope, by January or so. But I'm not that good at predicting.
I think I'm feeling low for physical reasons. I have not been using the cortisone asthma inhaler, the maintenance one, while I've been fighting the thrush, because cortisone in your mouth tends to mess up the immune response a bit. And I've been doing cleaning and yard work, sanitizing things I've let get nasty, sweeping in the yard, and so on. Not industriously by other people's standards. But I think I've got a low level asthma thing going on.
I meant to make a pie for the nice fellow to take to game night, but I didn't even make dinner. I did pick a bunch of apples which are sitting in a bowl in the kitchen waiting for me to come up to speed again. But Zak, I hear from his mom (we don't sort clearly by generations over here), made a pie tonight. Zak told us about the Cox's Orange Pippin apples at the farmers' market (Casalegno, for any local folks, one of those little Soquel truck farms, this one is up Old San Jose Road almost to the summit, they're the same family that owns Casalegno's Market who got into trouble for profiteering and price gouging after the Loma Prieta earthquake and my, don't we sound rural). We got some and they were indeed lovely. They look more like Gravensteins than pippins and it makes me wonder about the relationship of Gravenstein, Pippin and maybe other apples.
I've been reading Wise Children by Angela Carter and having a wonderful time with it. I'm going to bed in a few minutes and I'm taking the book with me.
I don't know what genre it is, but it sure is English.
I think I'm feeling low for physical reasons. I have not been using the cortisone asthma inhaler, the maintenance one, while I've been fighting the thrush, because cortisone in your mouth tends to mess up the immune response a bit. And I've been doing cleaning and yard work, sanitizing things I've let get nasty, sweeping in the yard, and so on. Not industriously by other people's standards. But I think I've got a low level asthma thing going on.
I meant to make a pie for the nice fellow to take to game night, but I didn't even make dinner. I did pick a bunch of apples which are sitting in a bowl in the kitchen waiting for me to come up to speed again. But Zak, I hear from his mom (we don't sort clearly by generations over here), made a pie tonight. Zak told us about the Cox's Orange Pippin apples at the farmers' market (Casalegno, for any local folks, one of those little Soquel truck farms, this one is up Old San Jose Road almost to the summit, they're the same family that owns Casalegno's Market who got into trouble for profiteering and price gouging after the Loma Prieta earthquake and my, don't we sound rural). We got some and they were indeed lovely. They look more like Gravensteins than pippins and it makes me wonder about the relationship of Gravenstein, Pippin and maybe other apples.
I've been reading Wise Children by Angela Carter and having a wonderful time with it. I'm going to bed in a few minutes and I'm taking the book with me.
I don't know what genre it is, but it sure is English.