alexpgp | Fighting a foul mood...

Galina has been gone for two hours, and I have not been able to nap, or work, or do anything.

There's a silly part of me that still wants to start running down the road, after her.

Two hours... she's somewhere short of Santa Fe... somewhere around Epañola, I imagine.

She's been after me to thin out/pack up/get rid of my books, in preparation for the big remodeling project she's had in mind for a while.

A couple of days ago, I set up a couple of sawhorses in the rooms next door, with a 4'x8' piece of plywood across 'em. Now, I'm at least moving books out of my office over there and giving them a hard once-over, though I haven't really done anything with any of them.

I ran across The New Black Mask Quarterly (No. 1) on my shelves.

I remember it as a purchase in a used book store during a business trip to the Atlanta area, back when we lived in Jacksonville, Florida. The cover features a scene from an excerpt from Robert B. Parker's Promised Land, which was the featured item in the book. I remember I liked the excerpt so much, I started reading the Spenser novels. Like so many readers, I enjoyed the first novels - especially Searching for Rachel Wallace - much more than the later ones.

I miss her.

Cheers...