Okay, dragging myself through the fog of broken sleep and dry-drunk pain medicine after effects to try and get something out there. Have to say, I'd rather be using bourbon to dull the edges. Maybe I'll go a night without and see where it gets me. So I got EVENT RELATED ECHO out the door this week. Originally planned for around the date of my birthday a couple weeks ago now, but sidetracked for the unplanned medical event that has eaten about four weeks at this point, between
Hey, folks. Yeah, no substantive updates for more than two weeks. There's a reason for that. Towards the end of September, I was hit with a weird fever out of nowhere. Thought was early flu. Also hit with leg pain and some swelling at about the same time. But it was in a leg with history of plantar fasciitis and muscle issues. No big deal, I thought. But the fever was a concern. If it wasn't an early flu, then was it the dreaded C19? Figured it was a good idea to get tested.
Sick day. Hooray. My favorite. Played enough WORLD OF WARCRAFT to tire of it (and that's easy since it's level alts or do meaningless chores because this entire chunk of the world is going to be washed away in terms of importance in a few weeks). Considering taking a nap or sitting on the couch and watching UFO documentaries dated before 1985 (excepting MIRAGE MEN). But I'll work out some thoughts on recent reading and genre. I just finished reading THE TRICKSTER AND THE PARA