The standards of death taken down by surprise
I saw the neurosurgeon this afternoon and no longer need to stick my head annually in a magnetic noise machine. This is great news.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
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And, talking of good things, you'll have to let me know how the RoD book is!
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Thank you!
And, talking of good things, you'll have to let me know how the RoD book is!
I am enjoying the chapters I have read so far! Discussion of background and production includes comparison of script drafts, which is a very neat thing to have access to. I was actually going to post about a piece of the chapter on influences last night, but became distracted by writing about something completely different (and then taking Hestia to the dentist this morning; she is fine and curled up in the bed as we speak).