Rabbit, rabbit!

Frolicking around my front door, as they should.

It was a lovely July, despite all that rain. (Thirteen days straight, nearly 10 inches total.)

Moonwise is thirty [!] this year. To mark the anniversary, the marvellous Sofia Samatar has asked to interview me. She and I are working on a conversation on the origins of Cloud. How glorious that she remembered! My heart rejoices.

I wrote a scholarly paper [!] on Gabriel Harvey's 1578 address to the Earl of Oxford, long supposed to be a panegyric, in which I trace multiple allusions to to some wicked Roman satire. My beloved Cambridge teacher and several of my academic friends think it's publishable.

I got to play Liza Doolittle [!], Banquo, Macbeth (Act 5), the ship Master, Adrian ("Widow Dido?") and Prospero [!] (Acts 4-5) on the Scintillation Discord, and give a talk there on wooden jigsaw puzzles,

Speaking of puzzles, I had passed this one over as pleasantly cute, but I've just found out that it converts into a working 3-D ferris wheel [!].

On the playground, I deepened my characterization of First Dragon, which Fox finds deliciously scary, and as his assistant hydraulics engineer, helped release four spectacular floods and waterfalls onto a system of aqueducts, and ephemeral great rivers and lakes. The Common has a fabulous sandbox.

I had a lovely long conversational birthday dinner with

rushthatspeaks , to which I brought Tatte's perfect stone-fruit galette and the first new cake from Burdick's that I've seen in ages. The last was their Euclidean triangle filled with passion fruit mousse, and I think the Earl Grey spotted with blueberries came before that. The Georgetown is deep dark sour cherry compote on an ethereal cherry mousse on almond sponge, and clad in dark chocolate. It's not iced but enrobed, so there's that slight brittle resistance of biting into a soft-centered chocolate. Sublime!