And every time we get burned, if we don't die, we grow wise

For those who have not yet seen the news, Readercon is going virtual this year. I miss book-browsing in person so badly. It is the right choice.

I am still sick and not enjoying it at all, but last night I dreamed about hanging out with Ralph Richardson. He liked my poetry. I'm glad my subconscious is getting the memo.

I am delighted by the fact of Ernest Thesiger vs. slumlords.