In fact, this weekend starting tonight marks the first Readercon I have missed since first attending the convention in 2004. I am not so thrilled about this.
I am not so thrilled, either, about being on the third week of disruptively painful and debilitating symptoms of unknown etiology and limited options for care. On Monday I am finally seeing one of my own doctors. In the meantime, my July has disappeared.
Lately I have been watching a miscellany of the original Perry Mason (1957–66) and enjoying its plethora of actors of the week—I can't watch too much of it in a row without feeling that my brain is leaking out my ears, but I am honestly delighted that I can get Audrey Totter, Jeff Corey, Elisha Cook Jr., Bruce Bennett, and Ted de Corsia all together in an episode of anything.
Dr. Autolycus remains on my lap at all possible moments.
I am not so thrilled, either, about being on the third week of disruptively painful and debilitating symptoms of unknown etiology and limited options for care. On Monday I am finally seeing one of my own doctors. In the meantime, my July has disappeared.
Lately I have been watching a miscellany of the original Perry Mason (1957–66) and enjoying its plethora of actors of the week—I can't watch too much of it in a row without feeling that my brain is leaking out my ears, but I am honestly delighted that I can get Audrey Totter, Jeff Corey, Elisha Cook Jr., Bruce Bennett, and Ted de Corsia all together in an episode of anything.
Dr. Autolycus remains on my lap at all possible moments.