Halloween is over, costume deadlines no longer loom, and it’s about time for me to get back to you lot. Only I got hit by a virus. It’s sort of like getting hit by a bus, only slightly less gory. I can’t dictate posts because talking hurts, and I can’t type much because all of my joints ache. It’s a bad sign when your skin rejects clothing, right? But it doesn’t appear to be super-serious, so I should be back in writing trim within the week.
In the meantime, with the government no longer shut down and the USGS photo library back online, we should be able to resume our Mount St. Helens series. I’ve also got lots of stuff to show you that I learned while making costumes: public domain audio books are a thing, so I got lots of reading done. I was on an abolition kick. It amazes me how much gets glossed over in school. My adult life has been one long series of illusions being shattered.
There are also some book reviews, and of course plenty of photos from the debut of B’s wonderful wizard costume, and some lovely fall scenery. There are huge, meaty posts full of savory rocks. And I’m sure I can manage a rant or two.
For now, though, it’s back under the covers for me. Should hair hurt? Argh.