Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down

Readercon! My schedule is unchanged except that "Absent Friends" has been moved to Sunday morning. This had better be a con I get some sleep at.

Otto von Habsburg has also died. I said to schreibergasse, "I think the twentieth century is officially over now."

Yesterday we grilled all the things and ate most of them; there was also hand-cranked strawberry ice cream, my family's tradition. What is faintly amazing is that there's still some in the freezer, although in rapidly diminishing quantities.

I just remembered I was supposed to translate five poems by Verlaine.