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Year 50 Day 262

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Me standing outside under a cloudy but slightly blue afternoon sky, wearing a black wool coat with rainbow scarf.

Day 262: I may have forgotten to post today’s photo until just before bed, but we actually managed to leave work a little early and make it home when there was still light in the sky. I’ll be quite happy when the days are long enough that this is a regular thing again!

Year 50 Day 261

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Me in my office at work, with a cold drizzly day visible through the window behind me, wearing a black shirt with pineapples printed on it.

Day 261: After the last week’s cold snap (that we’re still working our way out of) and yesterday’s morning of freezing rain, I decided today needed a little sartorial optimism. The tropical theme didn’t warm anything up, but I tried.

Year 50 Day 260

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Me sitting on our couch with an iPad in my lap, only as a profile taken from my right side by my wife.

Day 260: The entire region had freezing rain last night, so we ended up with a two-hour late start and then working from home today. I wasn’t terribly disappointed by this turn of events. Today’s photo by my wife, taken just after I grumbled that I hadn’t taken a photo yet today.

Year 50 Day 258

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Me sitting at a somewhat messy desk next to a green-lit LED schematic of the original USS Enterprise.

Day 258: A friend gifted me an LED decorative schematic of the USS Enterprise (swappable between the original and the 1701-D) that didn’t have a power cord. Not only have I found a couple power cords in my stash that will work for it, but I also found that it’s battery powered and, after a little work cleaning out the corrosion, it’s working again. Soon to be brought with me to my work office!

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Year 50 Day 257

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Me in our kitchen, holding the back of my right hand up to the camera to show my red and raw knuckles.

Day 257: High on my list of reasons I don’t like winter is how badly the cold and dry air wreaks havoc on my skin. My knuckles invariably look like I spend my off hours punching holes in the drywall of our home. Kinda feel like it, too. I’ll be quite glad when things warm up again.

📚 Wild Spaces by S.L. Coney

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4/2024

The first of this year’s Philip K. Dick Award nominees. No review, because I’m the award ceremony coordinator. I’m not remotely involved with selecting nominees or winners, just making sure the ceremony goes as it should, but it’s best to keep my reviews to myself.

Me holding Wild Spaces