Kage Baker was a firm believer in keeping going. Even if it’s baby steps, keep your forward momentum going as much as you can. If you wander off the chosen path, keep going anyway – there may some cool scenery at the bottom of that slope you’ve fallen down, or at least a pub. However …
Yestreday I got a lot of my prescriptions refilled (I am middle-aged and wearing out), and now the metoprolol is making me pee constantly. The levothryroxin is making me sleepy: but when I tried to nap, I discovered the I’d accidentally shut the cat in the drawer of my captain’s bed, right under my head. The dog hid a chew toy in my pillow, and the other cat clawed the gel insert out of my huaraches and noisily disembowled it.
Both vaccums are jammed, there’s a grasshopper caught in the lace curtains on the French windows and I’m out of Fudgesickles. I give up. I am retreating to Torquay and the Ladies of Nell Gwynne’s – reality is too much for me today.
Tomorrow: we’ll try The Bus again …
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
Dear Kate,
I just read Kages’ book, “House of the Stag.” I plucked it from the library shelf because the name seemed familiar, but it took my subconscious three days to tell me why. This morning I awoke from dreams with a clear notion of who she is, looked at the “about the author” info on the back fly and saw the words Living History Center and I remembered 1981-83 when I was in your guild. A google search revealed her death. Please accept my condolences.
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Paul! I certainly remember you, and so would Kage. Thank you for your kind condolences. And I hope you liked House of the Stag.
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