It Is A Monday

Saturday's Bar Stool Golf outing in Westville was a nice way to spend a day. The weather was cool but dry, and the six bars of Westville (down from over 10 in my childhood) are all within a short walk of one another. But today, a weird dream involving me fighting zombies in a Medieval setting (I had a sword and was using a flaming torch for light) woke me up about 15 minutes before the alarm went off this morning. It was a fitting start to a drab and rainy Monday, and a "welcome" to reality.

In other news, the Hugo nominees are out. Peter Watts and my friend Mary Robinette Kowal both got (well-deserved) nods in the short story category. Also, Lynn Thomas' book Chicks Dig Time Lords made the best-related category. Other than that, nothing on my nomination list is in the running.

Also of interest, I came across this series of dispatches, five weeks on a container ship. It's a useful reminder that 90% of the world's goods move by ship, yet the people who operate those ships get little respect.