December 18, 2019

Circe clawed her way up the comforter to sleep with me last night, so normality is restored.

Dedicating the day to revising Jason of the Apes. Tinkering is a better word, taking out a word there, putting in a bit of explanation there. It is the most exciting time, as page after page rolls away and it is still good, it is still all right.

For a few days, everything below the waist hurt. Today, nothing hurts, spry as a teenager. I see why people developed the theory of evil spirits coming and going as they will.

Deep cold last night. I pitied the wild things huddled beneath the dead leaves.