Bother. I also need to make pickled beets today.

No Thanksgiving dinner for us this year, with family ill-health and suchlike, but I did promise to make a pumpkin pie and deliver slices. I should probably do that today rather than waiting for actual Thanksgiving tomorrow, when I want to have clear decks to write.

... but I have Austen's Persuasion as a car audiobook and am really loving it, so much so that I now want to reread as audio the rest of Austen as well. (Persuasion's always been my favourite.)

Much reading, including a Cyteen (Cherryh) reread, the 12th Haruhi light novel (Tanigowa), & Goodbye Eastern Europe (Mikanowski), plus Queen Demon (Wells) to start as soon as I finish Haruhi ...

I think we really should stop using antifa and just fully say anti-fascist and get them saying they are against anti fascism. Using antifa is giving them some distance and I genuinely think some of their base don’t even know that’s what it stands for.

It hurts how your geography can decide how much pain you’re forced to carry

"even if it's AI, it's at least true" hard to overstate the damage this stuff is doing to people's brains. we're gonna be cleaning the slop out of archives for decades

Indeed it does, though I think they have enough of that to be going on with already, at this point in the plot. They'd probably rather I just corrected the map.

There was a very pink and blue dawn an hour ago; now there is a crow, or something, rootling in the eavestrough, which is a sort of linear composting experiment, I fear. Possibly it's hunting earwigs.

Nooooooo!

My map wasn't wrong! I'd forgotten I'd named a place (forgot to write it on the map); then renamed it, gave it an earl; then got confused because on the map it was, accurately, in a province that already had an earl. Still needs more crags drawn on; coastal swamps don't suit the geography or plot.

More tea ...

Not that acetaminophen does much for joint pain, but it's better than nothing, which is my other option.

"The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet."

Patricia McKillip

Anyway, words, words, words, before I head to off-farm-job.
Words and tea and acetaminophen. CPR practice has done in my shoulder and hands for the coming week.

Moist von Lipwig would not approve.

The postal strike is downgrading to rotating strikes, so some mail may start moving and the book coming from Blackwell's may get through. (May. Last round of rotating strikes, things disappeared while passing through the big sorting centres as if into black holes.)

Just watch, it'll be endless nor'easters this winter, to punish me for seeming to desire storms.

I wish the hurricane embargo on the US would stop taking all eastern Canada's rain away.
(FINALLY one downpour this week and a little rain forecast for next, but we need some serious rain to replenish the watertable before winter.)

Ben Loman by the Sea
Maud Lewis
c. 1962

Cheers!

But it's not my weekend yet. :-(

The Theater (sic) of Haruhi Suzumiya by Nagaru Tanigawa, which is the twelfth light novel in the series & in which they've found themselves characters in a series of RPGs with different settings, and Goodbye Eastern Europe by Jacob Mikanowski, with Persuasion as the car audiobook.