[Poe, enjoying herself in the spring sunshine.]
While it may be a stretch to say that warm weather has arrived, seasonably-appropriate weather has arrived, and compared to the recent cold snap, it feels warm. In other words, we are getting historically-average weather which, compared to the past years of excessive heat, feels unseasonably cold.
My partner and I just finished starting several dozen seeds. We were a couple of weeks late in this task, but given the extended growing season, thanks to the aforementioned global warming, it shouldn’t affect our yield.
Work landed on me with both feet this past week, and I ended up working some extremely long days, and as this post goes live late Saturday afternoon, I am still working. Thus my creative output was much diminished.
Reading
I am more than halfway through The City and the City, which I am still quite enjoying. I haven’t made much progress in Trout Fishing In America or The Wretched of the Earth, but I hope to change that in the upcoming week.
Writing
Nothing to report. This has been a busy week.
Weekly Writing Prompt
Subject: Robots, Music
Setting: Ruins
Genre: Romance
Listening
David Bowie, “The Man Who Sold the World”, from the album The Man Who Sold the World.
Interesting Links
- “Pluralistic: Tariffs and monopolies” (Cory Doctorow)
- “Trump Administration Debuts Legal Blueprint for Disappearing Anyone It Wants” (Mark Joseph Stern, Slate, via Portside)