Today I Lounge

It’s hard to be depressed in a hammock. It arrived today and I promptly put it together, ditched my shirt, and blissfully roasted in the late morning sun. In Edinburgh, I would lie in the grass in Inverleith Park, listening to the crack of Cricket bats and enjoying the smells of those little disposable grills that suddenly appeared with the sun. But here in the world’s anus, Houston, TX, I would be violated by fire ants, spiders, and quite possibly a snake or two. So, hammock it is. I’ve taken meetings in it, drifted off to that liminal space between consciousness and sleep, and when I’m done here, I’ll grab a new book and go back out there. I’m trying not to buy any new books until I’ve cleared my TBR list, so today I’ll start The Price of Fear by Miles Lyon. It’s supposed to be some solid grimdark. Next in the queue is The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker. I still need to read The Terror and The Rouse, as well. This nagging bicep injury is still keeping me out of the weight room. I…

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