A Better Today

After a bit of a blow-up at breakfast, I think Mom and I are finally back on somewhat of a better footing, which helps. And tonight's time together was great for Steve and I, too; we ate a good dinner, caught JCVD at the AMC (just as fun as advertised), bought eight second-hand books for $30.00. Pleasant--and cheap!

Best of all, however, I think I've finally found a way to parlay my 3:10 to Yuma obsession into something I can actually sell...pull a Naomi Novik on it and "bring the dragons", in other words. Not that there'll be dragons. And yet.;)

The title: A Book of Tongues. The epigraph, from Gwendolyn MacEwen (natch)--

Here is a book of tongues.
Take it. (Dark leaves invade the air.)
Beware! I now know a language so beautiful and lethal
My mouth bleeds when I speak it.

More as things develop.

Closely Followed By: A Worse Tomorrow

The thing I didn't mention, however, is that I somehow managed to rub a whole band of slippy skin underneath my bra-strap (in the front), through a combo of tightness, working out, sweating, not showering after, then being under stress. Last night I thought I had stumbled on the way to deal with it, which was to use zinc on it, like a diaper rash. This worked fine in most places, but in one section a whole oblong of skin has come off, exposing the layer beaneath. So I think I won't be A) working out, B) going out or C) wearing a bra for the rest of today.