To bed late after a whisky too many and now a healthy distance into The Hood. The goombahs have made an appearance. I’ll see what happens next.

It’s a rainy morning here, too, very windy.  Due to do some social stuff but might hang home. Podcasting is possible.  A painter is coming to discuss painting parts of the house in a week or so.  And I want to discuss the changes in space opera as a result of ever more scientific data about space, living there, and travelling through it with Gary. Might.

It also feels, as it has for a while, like a time when you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  For another lockdown to happen (described, of course, as the menu of the day now requires as “short and sharp” so we know that the politicians know what they’re doing, regardless whether they do). I say this, not because I don’t support lockdowns (I do) or vaccination (I do!), but because the politicians just look lost.

Progressing into The Hood…

The story has kicked in. The Hood is a re-wilding, a bringing back of the pagan and the profane to The Matter of Britain. Full of life and blood and sex and death.https://t.co/ynhBRxlmqs

— JonathanStrahan (Now fully vaccinated) (@JonathanStrahan) July 31, 2021

My Meniere’s disease is acting up. The hearing in my left ear is particularly poor right now and I have pressure in both ears (which I’ve not had for a while). Not sure if it’s a COVID thing, a lack of sleep thing, or something else.

Anyhow, it’s leaving me just wanting to stare out the window. Need to get some things done but feel no momentum at all.  Edits to do, proposals to build, but hopefully timing can be made to work out. Very sorry to hear that Brisbane have been tossed back into lockdown, and rolled my eyes at the PMs statements on it. Very 2021.

These entries are all, so far, just notes to me really. I don’t think I’ve left on any syndication, but the point is to get me a little more focussed on work and stuff, and hopefully this will nudge me.

Anyway, another Saturday morning. A first cup of coffee. Maybe a mild sore throat, possibly after the second Pfizer shot, so that may connect. Who knows? Today is all about making house decorating decisions, which is cool, and then a lunch with the family. Not pushing to make the day much more packed than that. It’s raining. Stupid cat came running in, as though that’s a surprise in this wettest of July’s,  and is now watching a door, fascinated.  Shrug.

Anyway, read a bit more of The Hood before bed. That’s just a very violent book.  Actually feel in the mood for something a little cozier, so may read another chapter, or drop in a dark, noir crime novel and then come back to it.

Momentous stuff, yes? In other plans, today is Locus column edits, notes on new book proposals, and trying to work out if I have anything useful to say about space opera…