Hello and good morning. It’s Thursday again, and so—as required by the dark ritual, which is designed to summon the Great Old Ones and bring about the end of mankind’s dominion over the realm that rightly belongs to Cthulhu*—it’s time for another of my weekly blog posts.
I can’t say that there’s much new happening around here in the past week. As you know, last week was Thanksgiving in the US, so I wrote an early blog post that was nonetheless released on the appropriate day, thanks to the wonders of computer technology. It was not a terribly exciting holiday for me. I just loafed around in my room, played some video golf, went to 7-11 for some snacks and lunch, and loafed around some more. I don’t remember specifically giving thanks, but I suppose there must have been some general thankfulness there somewhere, as I expressed in last week’s post. I can at least honestly say that no turkeys were harmed in the making of my Thanksgiving celebrations.
The Vagabond is still proceeding well. I’m within 20 pages of the end of the latest run-through, and it’s getting a bit better each time, which is good, since that’s the whole point. It’s soooooo** much faster to get through than Unanimity was. Not that I don’t love Unanimity. I do love it, very much, and I’m quite proud of it. I like the characters in it a lot, which is not unusual; I almost always like my characters, even the bad guys. But it is a long book, and editing it was laborious.
It occurred to me yesterday, though—and with a bit of irony, since they’re bit players at most—that in Unanimity, I particularly like Charley’s parents. They seem like people you’d like to know in real life. They’re not my favorite characters in the story; I’m not sure quite who my favorite would be. Possibly Michael; he’s the one with the most attributes of my own personality, though he has them in a much more pleasant form than they occur in my real self. But Charley’s parents are fun people.
In unrelated news, not even tangential to what I’ve been discussing so far, but which I can’t help but think about: I’ve been developing some inflammation/strain in the proximal portion of my left forearm, near the origin of some of the hand flexor muscles and tendons. I know why it’s happening. I’ve been working on the guitar part for the Beatles song Julia (it’s actually the only instrumental part of the song) and that involves fingerpicking a long series of changing chords, many of which are barre chords. I’ve practiced to the point where my hand no longer wants to cramp before the end of the song, and I’ve duly impressed myself (which isn’t too hard) but apparently the repetitive strain continues to take its toll. I’d better finish learning the song and record myself doing it so I can feel that it’s finished and move on, since NSAIDs don’t seem to be helping much. Do any of you know whether there would be benefit in using a spandex elbow-forearm “brace”? My medical background suggests that it might be useful, but not with a high degree of confidence.
As far as the infectious disease front goes, I remain Covid-free***, though not everyone in my office is so lucky. This makes an already slow time of year a bit slower, which in some way makes my job easier, and in other ways makes it harder, and overall makes it gloomier. This was particularly trying yesterday, when we had a surprising cold snap for south Florida. I’m sure that people up north would not be impressed, but the temperature dropped by almost thirty degrees in twenty-four hours, and it usually doesn’t get that chilly, even in passing, until January or February.
Oh well. Subtropical world problems, I suppose. You may find it funny, and you’re welcome to enjoy the schadenfreude. It’s already warming back up, in any case, and at least the rainy season is more or less over, as is hurricane season.
That’s about all I have for now, though I’m sure I could find tangents down which to become lost if I chose to let it happen. But I’ll spare you that indulgence and keep things short this week. I hope you all continue to have the best possible days and weeks and months and years and other intervals of time that you can possibly have. At the very least, try to stay safe and healthy.
*Though, to be honest, in my view—and I imagine that Cthulhu would agree—if one of the Elder Gods can’t just claim the realm on his own, he frankly doesn’t deserve to have it.
**That should be read with a long “o” sound, not with an “oooh” sound like a ghost. In case you didn’t know.
***Which seems like it could be an excellent bogus marketing claim to put on product packages to lure in thoughtlessly health conscious people, as when one sees “gluten free” on products that of course are gluten free…like plain corn chips or plain potato chips. I half expect to see motor oil advertised as gluten free and GMO free. Which it is.