I finally got out of bed at around 4 PM, which has to be nearly a record for me. I can think of only one other time in the last 10 years that I stayed in bed nearly all day–and that was also when I was very sick, sometime between 1996 and early 1998.
I did a few hours worth of work from home, outlining two dozen “use cases” for an application I’m developing. I also finished up reading Foundation’s Triumph. Perhaps because I was sick this time around, it didn’t seem quite as good as the first time I read it, seven years ago. Even the spectacular ending was tainted somewhat, perhaps because I knew it was coming.
Next up is Robert Heinlein’s The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress. I’ve started the book once before but never got very far. Jason read it, however, and said it was really good, so I’m giving it another shot. I’m still on a science fiction kick anyway, although I think I’ll need a dose of nonfiction in the not-too-distant future. I’m also trying to catch up on half a year’s worth of SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN articles. Slowly, but surely.
I don’t think I mentioned that I did a little bit of writing on “The Graveyard Shift” yesterday. It’s giving me some trouble because the scope of the stroy is expanding beyond the type of thing that I normally deal with. Conceivably, this could grown in excess of 50,000 words if I wanted it to. I’ve never wanted to write something that long. I much prefer writing short fiction, but I’m hesitant to limit the story because of that. I may just need to allow it to find it’s natural length. If nothing else, it’s good practice.
I’m going to eat something now; I can’t wait any longer. I’m starving.