I went to bed last night with a headache, and it was still there when I woke up. It has, in fact, persisted all day--although I think it's easing off some--meaning that today has been (a.) less productive and (b.) less pleasant than I had hoped.
However, comma, my general state of decrepitude and despond has been alleviated by two things:
1. The most fabulous fidelioscabinet
sent me porcupine quill hairsticks, which are both the platonic ideal of awesome and
2. The Bone Key
is a finalist
for the first annual Shirley Jackson Awards
. I am pleased about this not merely for the obvious reasons, but also because I think it's incredibly cool that Shirley Jackson is being memorialized in this way. The Haunting of Hill House
is one of the most elegantly terrifying books I have ever read.
If you have good things you would like to share, I'd love to hear about them.