Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 137
August 7, 2018
Squirrel vs Pole, Part I
Six planets are retrograde, the heat is giving everyone a short temper and rashes, politics are a never-ending hellscape, a publisher is expecting me to be on time while they drag their feet, irrational guilt is having a picnic inside my head, and even running in the cool of morning is bringing little relief.It’s almost …
August 6, 2018
Meet Sir Boxnoggin
Miss B was inconsolable after Odd Trundles left. She kept circling the house looking for her poor squat almost-sheep, in order to herd him. She was moping so hard she wouldn’t eat, and even running didn’t seem to wear her out enough to rest. She would come home from a run and circle the house …
August 3, 2018
A Dark Day-Eye
These fellows caught my attention at the garden shop yesterday. I brought none of them home, having learned the hard way that “full sun” is not something one gets with seventy-year-old fir trees hanging around. But it was nice to talk to them, to see all the green things…and to get an iron trellis for …
July 30, 2018
Short Hiatus
Good morning, dear Readers. I trust your weekend went, if not splendidly, then at least well. It was incredibly hot, and quite uncomfortable, but they say yesterday was the worst of it. I am left just hoping the weatherpeople are right. I’m taking a couple days off my regular blogging schedule in order to let …
July 27, 2018
Dandelion
Miss B needs more walks these days since she’s getting a little old to take long runs with me. On this one, we came across a dandelion still holding onto to shreds of its sunny face. Or at least, I did, since she was busy searching for something stinkalicious to roll in. For some reason, …
July 26, 2018
Heat, Hood, Cool
Almost every window is open, the birds are furiously attempting to entice mates, and this morning’s run was a little too warm for my comfort or B’s. Nevertheless, we stuck to shaded routes, saw a number of crow feathers–it must be molting season–and Miss B is no longer looking around the house for Trundles. She …
July 24, 2018
Gore, Battle, Danger, As Usual
Once a month I get mild insomnia; I’m sure it’s hormonal, and I bear it with good grace because now, with the meds, it’s a monthly instead of a nightly occurrence. I settled in bed once everything had cooled off outside–around midnight, really–and read the Lazarillo de Tormes I’d managed to grab as a Norton …
July 23, 2018
Halfway Works
Days and days of heat, the weather report says. Which means a lot of closing up the house and keeping the fans on. It’s not likely to cool off enough to make a difference at night, either. Miss B is sacked out on my office floor, worn out after a moderate morning run. Said run …
July 19, 2018
Adieu, Trundles
His name was Herr Maximilian von Schrek, a McSchnorgle on his mother’s side. Here on the internet, he was known (thanks to my writing partner) as Odd Trundles. He loved Cheetos, bare human ankles, New Friends, his fur-mother Miss B, basking in sunshine, his safe cozy little crate, baby carrots, ear rubs, and snuggling on …
July 17, 2018
Eggs, Multiple Baskets
Today, I have placed my thumb upon my sword-guard, and there is an inch of blade showing. I am ready. READY, I TELL YOU. But that’s neither here nor there. The Verge has a good article up about Cockygate and Kindle Unlimited. After a careful reading, I’ve made the decision to start taking the Anna …
