I’m getting tired of typing “Eileithyia” out. It’s not intuitive, for some reason, and it brings my train of thought to a screeching halt as I work.

I had the winter tires put on this morning, and while it was being done I sat in a cafe for two hours with my books and notebooks and worked. Not only did I get some goddess research done, I plotted out the end of The Moments of Being Pandora. It’s taken almost exactly two years, but I finally figured out how it ends properly. And about time, too. It was annoying me.

My hands are cold, and it’s making typing difficult. The rest of the house isn’t cold, but my hands are. Go figure. Maybe I should dig out an extra pair of cheap magic gloves and cut off the fingers, like I did years ago when I worked in the local F/SF bookstore (RIP) which wasn’t heated in the winter.