Time doesn’t feel as weird anymore. Not so much, anyway, though there are still moments when it just drags on and on and on, and the others, as if it flies by.
Maybe I’m just getting used to it. Used to the war and the pandemic that’s not ending yet and everything.
Perhaps it’s not such a good thing, getting used to things like that. Whatever.
Next month I’ll be able to get the 4th dose of the vaccine, if they keep giving them. SO got his a few days ago, but had to locate a place where they didn’t just give up on vaccinations for the day. Fewer and fewer people want to get vaccinated.
Still not much happening here. Working, when there’s work, reading, watching some TV series, waiting, often feeling tired…
Currently reading: The Annual Migration of Clouds, Premee Mohamed. Post-climate disaster Alberta, infection with a semi-sentient mysterious parasite (some kind of fungi)… I’m still at the beginning, but it seems interesting.
Recently read: a bunch of books and stories. How Quini the Squid Misplaced His Klobučar by Rich Larson (an art theft in the futuristic Spain, not as dark as some of his other works), Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (awesome, of course, more complicated than the previous one, and I can’t wait for the next one), That Game We Played During the War by Carrie Vaughn (friendship and a game of chess and war and learning to coexist with others), Cold Wind by Nicola Griffith (not your usual Christmas tale, in a good way), The Cat Megapack: 25 Frisky Feline Tales (a bunch of stories and poems with cats in them, good, but with a lot of suffering felines), Kirinyaga and Kilimanjaro by Mike Resnick (it’s rare to find books that are so good, SF or not; Kirinyaga is better, Kilimanjaro more optimistic), Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro (really good writing, but could have used some logic), The Builders by Daniel Polansky (basically a joke on 200 pages; plus, imagine some of The Wind in the Willows animals, plus Puss in Boots, plus a bunch of others, as grimdark characters in a sorta kinda western-ish setting, and have fun), The Horrid Glory of Its Wings and This Chance Planet by Elizabeth Bear (both very good stories, and totally different from each other…maybe not totally), Sleeper by Jo Walton (kinda cute and fun in a setting that’s actually pretty dark), The Devil in America by Kai Ashante Wilson (now this one is dark, and sad, and good), Midway Relics and Dying Breeds (nice, and with a dinosaur!) and Where the Drowned Girls Go (yay, another Wayward Children book, and with a hint of dinosaurs!) by Seanan McGuire, and Kingdom of Needle and Bone (dark and wicked and with a pandemic (a new, much worse strain of measles, not covid)) by Mira Grant, who is also Seanan McGuire.
Currently watching: nothing, but I’ve recently watched the second season of Euphoria (still very good, though darker than the first season, even though the ending is trying to be optimistic), the remaining five episodes of The Masters of the Universe: Revelations (it feels like somebody got high and wrote some scripts, but they’re entertaining enough), and the second season of Locke & Key (there are some improvements when compared to the first season, though I’m still not sure why I’ve watched the whole season, other than because I like to finish things once I start them).
Currently working on: work, when there’s any, and there was more than in February. And yes, I should be writing my own stories, too… I really should.
Once again, what an exciting month… Not.
See ya next time!
A Kitty Dreaming About Wings 