I did not sleep as well this time, for no obvious reason. Too many people? Didn’t hydrate sufficiently yesterday? Minor sunburn through the remnants of my hair where the sunscreen didn’t take as well? Stars are wrong? But it’s going-home day, so whatever.

There was almost a board game, but Dave badgered me into eating a brunch instead, and then he helped Sherilyn reinstall her dishwasher, so everyone was occupied until Josh emerged to be sung at and becaked. He is now old enough that it means something when he refuses to buy beer for people! Not that any of his younger relations seem interested yet.

On the way home, I was too sleepy to entertain the driver, but despite this shameful dereliction of duty, we made it home in good time.

Then I was completely useless for the rest of the day.

Read: Cage of Souls (Adrian Tchaikovsky): A person from the last city in the world is sentenced to a fairly brutal prison where strange things happen, and reveals his backstory and world through flashbacks. It’s more similar to Gene Wolfe’s “Severian” books than to Vance’s “Dying Earth”, although not quite like either. It’s also surprisingly hopeful for Earth if not for humanity, given how much of a wreck the planet is.

Written: 797 words, which is not enough to make up for yesterday by itself, but is a good start.