We had a worry about my grandfather's health that now looks like it is a minor and fixable issue, so that's a larger source of Whew.
We are the proud owners of all the groceries. All of them. It's very easy to get to the point where you have more groceries than you have mrissa when you fill the cart and the bottom of the cart and then also buy two 40-pound bags of water softener salt. Sometimes my grocery shopping sort of runs away with me -- I mean to be getting a lot of things to feed to specific people on specific occasions, and while I'm in that aisle to get one thing I see two more things we know we'll want to have in the pantry, and one thing we might want to try, and...it snowballs. Rapidly. Oof.
Ista does not approve of me being gone to get my back fixed and go to the pharmacy and take things to the battery/electronics recycling center and get groceries, so she is now draped over my lap, sighing impatiently when I wiggle too much.
I got an interesting rejection today: the editors -- who are thoughtful editors, editors I like -- felt that the story had switched from SF to fantasy halfway through a rather short story. I didn't think that the story was ever SF, so I was wondering: would you assume that a story set at a scientific research station was SF? Would you find it confusing to have a story with scientist characters turn out to be fantasy? What about programmer characters? Engineer characters?
I'm thinking about the perpetual complaint that I have about Charles de Lint's work and a few others, where everybody is some kind of artist in their fantasy novels. I'm wondering if this is partly because other professions are signaling other genres to people. That would frustrate me immensely, but it'd be good to know if it's actually going on.
And one more thing: I am, as many of you are, sad to hear of the death of Lloyd Alexander. The Kestrel is one of my favorite books in the world, and one of the books most important to what I'm doing now. I loved the Prydain books and the Vesper Holly adventures, but the Westmark trilogy, particularly The Kestrel, hit notes in my heart that nothing else has ever quite found. I'm glad that, from all reports I've heard, Lloyd Alexander had a good death in his old age -- but I was still hoping against hope that there might be one more word from Westmark someday, and now there never will be. Earlier today I asked about musicians and authors who felt like they'd always been a part of your life, and Lloyd Alexander is and will always remain one of those for me.