Last weekend was, well, odd. We had two social events (rare for us), a vegan potluck (revived after a long hiatus) and a trip to the Durham Life and Science Center, a cool museum neither I nor TYG had ever been to before. It has an awesome butterfly garden (photos to follow), alpacas —

—and tortoises —

— and red wolves.

Normally I’m very organized about my time, even my down time. Last weekend, maybe because we had so much to do, I just kicked back and floated the rest of the time. Felt good. Must try more of it.
Monday I worked on Jekyll and Hyde, writing my thoughts about the 1932 and 1941 versions (which I blogged about Wednesday). I also watched a string of cartoons and a couple of short from the early 1930s through 1950 (reviews to come soon). It’s way easier to find things like that online than it used to be, which is great for my work.
The rest of Tuesday I worked on Southern Discomfort. The work went well but I’d really hoped to be much further along than I am. Oh well, it’s not like anyone’s breathing down my neck to finish (and I still need to get my cover design). Wednesday it was The Local Reporter. I’d hoped to skip this week after turning in three stories last week but there was a Carrboro council meeting so no. My story on a local stop sign isn’t gripping, but I think did a good job discussing the big-picture aspects of how such traffic-safety items get approved.
Today was mostly devoted to correcting the Ceaseless Way manuscript. As usual it sucked up more time than I wanted but it’s almost done.
I turned in one Atomic Junk Shop article yesterday, on Barry Windsor-Smith’s Daredevil art.
And that was the week. Well, plus Monday I was doing my exercises in the evening and wound up seriously paining my lower back/left hip. I suspect my failure to stretch regularly is at fault; it’s really hard to do around the pets as they interpret yoga and stretching as body language for “come and snuggle!” I need to get better about that.
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