I Ate'nt Dead

After my Readercon hit that Zoom iceberg and sank, it's taken me a while to row to shore.

That Cloudish conversation with Sofia Samatar, just concluded, has been an absolute joyand a great restorative.  We're looking for an online venue for it, so all of you can read and enjoy.

If it weren't for this interminable plague, I really wanted to see both The Green Knight and The Lost Leonardo.

The saga that I play with Fox has taken a level in complexity.  We are the co-kings of a diarchy; we rule a kingdom of koalas and Pokémons on the slopes of an extinct volcano that used to be a dragon, who occasionally wakes.  ("Puny mortal!")  Our man-at-arms is a Snorlax.

Fox continues to be good with words.

Watching me swirl his bottle of milk:  “There’s still a vortex of honey.”

Of the prime number 5051:  “It’s not made of twos.”

In the bathtub:  “I am such a hypocrite.  I make bubbles and then I have a war with them.”

Nine