In these days of Trump and Black Lives Matter, reading Dalemark and its homicidal despots is not terribly fun. But I slept in to 11 this morning so I could continue a dream about it, except the dream turned into an animated Dalemark virus that took over my computer and I couldn't get rid of the screens with the cartoon on them because my computer screen was the side of a wall ten feet wide and fifteen high and the little x was way out of my reach.
Did buy the new Max Gladstone, even though I haven't finished the last Max Gladstone. There's a long weekend coming up and my 100 Demons has still not arrived after three weeks, though it was sent air.
Half a tooth crumbled at dinner and the raccoons were back in the yard this evening. Should have kept spraying those trees. Assembled one of the raccoon scarers, but it may be too far away from the plum tree where they're roosting now, and the ultrasonic sound may not bother them a bit.
