I should actually do this: I should go back through the literal decade of my life that this site encompasses and check the last week of August and the first week of September for every year to see how often I mention being sick. Because holy hell have I been sick for the last couple of days, and I’m still sick today, and I fully expect to be sick tomorrow, and I’m already thinking I’m probably taking Tuesday off so that I can get the shit done that I already know I won’t be doing tomorrow. I didn’t post yesterday because I was asleep. Basically for the whole damn day. Then when nighttime rolled around and I tried to go to sleep sleep, I had weird hallucinatory dreams all night, including one where I got Superman’s powers and immediately flew off to Burning Man so that I could find a certain billionaire asshole who was rumored to be there and drown him in the mud.

I feel like, while not entirely unreasonable, that’s probably not a mentally healthy thing to be dreaming about, right?

Anyway, I owe you a review of Cat Rambo’s Devil’s Gun, which

holy shit, there’s a hummingbird outside my window, just a minute

Damn! He got away before I could get a picture. My wife claims to see them fairly regularly around here, but me spotting them is a damned rare situation, especially on this side of the house. I suppose this big bush/tree thing outside my window does have some berries on it but I wouldn’t think of it as hummingbird fodder, generally. Maybe I should start watching more closely, or put a feeder out there.

Anyway, I got sent a free copy of Devil’s Gun, and so I feel like it deserves a review, and I’m not quite in the right headspace to write it right now, so … eagerly anticipate that, I guess. I’m currently reading T.J. Klune’s Wolfsong and it has already broken my heart six times so you have that to look forward to as well.

And now back to bed; I was breathing okay a couple of hours ago but I am very definitely not breathing okay right now, so being a bit more horizontal seems like a good thing.