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Today was a wonderful windy, rainy day. The wind shook the building at work and caused the walls to creak and flex. When that happens I always get a happy feeling just because I'm inside and dry.

In the last few weeks I caught up on the last two Asimov's magazines. ( Details. )

Finished the last story today. In the post today what showed up? Another Asimov's. I think I'll put it aside and read something else.

Something I haven't done is write to any of you. I'm not sure what to write. Maybe I'll figure it out at some point.

On the good days I'm overcome with love and a happiness that is complex and buoyant. On the other days I realize I'm dreaming an absurd dream, it's all in my head, the alarm will ring, I'll be dragged unwillingly from sleep, and the dream will slip through my hands like fine beach sand.

"See those trees, bend in the wind,
I feel they have a lot more sense than me.
You see I try to resist." --- Kate Bush "Rubberband Girl"