One of the people whose posts I follow on twitter has an older cat who is dying -- the cat has a tumor blocking her esophagus, so is completely unable to eat or drink anything. It is obvious from the tweets that this cat is loved very much, by many people, and that she loves them as well. I've never met the person; never met the cat. I sorrow for them both.
Amidst all this hoopla about the world coming to an end in 2012, I saw a book yesterday that answers the question as well as anything does: it is a sketchbook/diary, first entry dated January 7, 2012, documenting the outbreak and infection/infestation of the zombie horror.
asteroid atomic war cataclysmic seismic/volcanic event zombies Second Coming (which is actually the most scary to contemplate 'cause then it really is the end)
Rain coming tomorrow night, a major storm, apparently brought by outriders of the typhoon in Asia. I must fasten down the gutter guards tomorrow, move some patio furniture, get some more tarps -- generally batten down the hatches. I am looking forward to it, actually.
I am a follower of Ayelet Waldman over on Twitter. (That sounds so much better than "following," which makes one sound like a stalker.) Her husband is home after some days on the road doing the author-tour thing, and her joy at his return leaps off the page at the reader. It is one of those relationships - seen as an outsider - that is responsible for cliches like "warms my heart." That joy just spills over, and one cannot help but be splashed by it.
Am rereading a couple of older Spenser novels because I picked up a couple of audio books of newer ones, and was reminded of why I liked this guy so much. Did a little comparing, too, between the old and the new, in terms of the writing. Parker has gotten a lot more spare, put more into less dialogue -- cryptic, but not. Have since picked up in book form one of the Jesse Stone books and another recent Spenser.
I think I am nearly as much in love with Susan as Spenser is. :-)
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