I’m not loving Daylight Savings Time so far. Three straight nights of “meh” sleep.
One year ago I had this to say in a post called “Hunkered Down”. It’s probably good that I didn’t know how bad it would get…would’ve been too depressing. But there IS light at the end of the tunnel, and I’m pretty sure it’s not an oncoming train. We have a lot of travel queued up starting next month. I imagine we’re not alone in that.
For the first time in memory, I have no interest in the NCAA men’s basketball tournament. None. With KY out of it, my usual March Madness happiness is twisted into extreme apathy. Or March Sadness. I’ll wait until November to do a reboot on UK hoops and hope for a better result in the 21-22 season. Though I have to say I am happy for the San Diego State team, finally getting a little love after two exceptional seasons.
I’m either off my game or out of touch. The new nominations for SF’s Nebula Awards are out, and I’ve read exactly zero of the books nominated. Congrats to these novelists:
2020 Nebula Award Finalists
- Piranesi, Susanna Clarke (Bloomsbury)
- The City We Became, N.K. Jemisin (Orbit)
- Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (Del Rey)
- The Midnight Bargain, C.L. Polk (Erewhon)
- Black Sun, Rebecca Roanhorse (Saga)
- Network Effect, Martha Wells (Tordotcom Publishing)