My eyes hurt, I don't want to talk to anyone, and I'm pretty much fed up with the news. I'm going to my favorite refuge, the Lincoln Park Zoo.
(As soon as I finish uploading the 1998-1999 gallery at a/k/a Hunter.)
(PS -- One very nice thing happened yesterday, amongst all my "Through the Looking Glass" conversations: One of the guys at the office, just out of the blue, gave me a copy of Cordwainer Smith's Norstriia, which is an omnibus of The Planet Buyer, which I remember from its original publication as "The Boy Who Bought Old Earth," and The Underpeople, which looks like it might be a reworked "The Ballad of Lost C'Mell." It's the 1988 Victor Gollancz publication, in almost pristine condition. Oh, wow! I don't like Smith's attitudes about a lot of things, but he was one of the most inventive science fiction writers ever.)
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