Yesterday, on my way to work, as I was walking out of the Twin Towers--the building catercorner to the Capitol and where the MARTA station is--I was hit by a frigid wind that knocked my breath away and clamped my lungs shut. Of late, my fingers turn blue every time I go outside (and sometimes even when I'm inside)--my Raynaud's syndrome coming out of its southern climate-induced dormancy--and my skin feels so dry I think it should crackle when I smile.
I remember all of these sensations in icky, vivid clarity. It's what winters are like in the Midwest: freezing, arid, and painful. It's not how winters are supposed to be in the South! Wah!
At least it's not snowing. But this weather makes me utterly miserable.
On the non-griping-about-weather front, dire_epiphany swung by on Sunday and taught me the rudiments of Adobe's InDesign. So much better than MS Publisher. I'll be using it to lay out the Daily Dragon from here on. And now I have the urge to engage in gratuitous desktop publishing.
I'm way distressed at email right now. In addition to getting undeliverable error messages when I try to send to aol.com accounts, it seems some of my emails to other, non-aol accounts aren't getting through, and I'm not getting any sort of bounce message.
The editor of Writing-World sent me a query about the status of my Writing For Young Readers December column, the one I emailed to her over a week ago. I emailed her my column again and asked for a receipt confirmation (from a couple accounts) and haven't heard back. Ack!
While the bounce messages are annoying, at least they told me when something I sent didn't make it. This no error thing is freaking me out, wondering what emails I've sent that might've gotten lost in transit, and what ones I'm not receiving that the sender hasn't realized didn't make it to me. So much of the nuts and bolts of my writing career dealings are dependent upon reliable electronic communications. This is so not good. Also, WTF?
You just thought it was cold... 'til tonight. Now, it's all the little astericks and exclamation points cold that makes you want to find a warm burrow with your sworn enemies and sleep 'til Spring cold. It's that d**n cold out here. I thought we lived in the South?!