And Hades has the medicine that he keeps down on the floor

Today: spent almost entirely at the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology. I made pilgrimage to the glass flowers and the Kronosaurus; I saw the new exhibits on evolution and color; I took badly pixellated pictures of their two specimens of taaffeite with my cellphone, which only wishes it were a camera. I am hoping next week to visit the Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology, especially as I now have a membership to the whole complex. I have decided I need more museums in my daily life.

Evening: spent with rax and eredien, who fed me grilled corn and rosewater muffins and showed me Halloween Is Grinch Night (1977), which I had somehow missed in my otherwise acceptably warped childhood. I don't quite know how my brain took it. I'm still processing the fact that I found it weirder than Edward Gorey's The Curious Sofa.

Tonight: my poem "Phersipnai" has been accepted by ChiZine. It is my first sale there.

I call this a good day.

(Tomorrow, I work on the kitchen a lot. But then Eric and I drive down to Providence to hear Birdsongs of the Mesozoic with greygirlbeast and humglum, so I predict it will be all right. And at some point, I am assured, we will be able to cook upstairs again . . .)