sent them far to that invisible cave

My internet darlings, I am long since returned from BEA, where I did manage to acquire a few galleys but not many (and it was like pulling teeth or dodging piranhas to get the ones I did. Luckily J. was with me, and she is tiny, vicious and without scruple). On plus side, was weighed down only by books I really wanted. Also plus side: spending lots of time with a4yroldfaerie and her cat and her roommate's cat, the latter of whose affections I seem to be branded a thief. NOT MAH FAULT TEH KITTEHS LIEK ME.

This evening I sat down to write, typed in the date, and promptly had to go get yet another glass of pink lemonade-mint mojito-flavored seltzer water concoction. Mmmm, refreshing. The temperature was in the upper nineties today for no good reason that I can see. I remembered to close my windows before I left, but it is still quite hot and stuffy indoors.

The temperature outside was actually quite bearable, once I accepted that my entire body was going to feel like it was made of molten lead all day.

Today's adventure involved, well, venturing out to the Boston Paper Collective to set type for, in my book artsy friend R.'s words, “tiny Homer”. Translation: it took a bit over two hours to set, by hand, the first ten lines of Chapman’s Iliad. In six-point Bodoni.

That... that is really tiny.

I had to take a break halfway through. And I kept cracking up at Chapman's idea of translation, which is more like really elaborate retelling.

AND IT WAS SUPER COOL.