Past the publication of "The Creeping Influences" and some of the (positive!) reactions it has provoked on social media, today was actually, unexpectedly awful in ways I can't even make entertaining to read about, but it does make me happy to learn about about Neanderthal glue. I have trip books in the form of John le Carré's A Legacy of Spies (2017), Ruthanna Emrys' Winter Tide (2017), and an omnibus of five early novels by Margaret Millar. I just want to curl up and sleep for a week. Or not have to work for a month and get to write the lesbian pulp I have not been able to research since March. Or even a poem.