work, weird, and play ~

cancer claimed another kind soul this morning. hugo award-winning author lisa was not a close friend (i hadn't spoken to her in years), but her generosity to me as an editor will never be forgotten. those inclined to pray for souls, please include her in your thoughts.

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this morning i began the last volume for the Gatchaman series. though i find the show personally tedious and silly, i've had fun working on it and will be sorry to see it go (most especially because it means i don't know whether i have a job after this until June). but that's so boring and no one needs to hear about that.

i was going to write a write up a snarky review of the mass i went to on sunday, but i think i'm sufficiently recovered that i feel doing so would be venting a lot of negativity that doesn't really need a permanent home in my blog. suffice it to say, it was a bad arrangement of the mass and now i know to be all that more grateful for the cathedral parish i am beginning to call my home.

last night i had such strange dreams: dogs (lots of dogs), an old college professor who i only knew passing in the hall, a writer's group gone caca, and a walk home from my gradeschool, passing by a brick building that belonged to the phone company called Mountain Bell.

today is a day of organizing, so no brilliant thoughts from this beleaguered brain.