I’ve been reading Moby-Dick, so naturally there have to be pictures of whales. These are humpback whales, though, not sperm whales.

There’s . . . surprisingly little to report. Fuzzball is being fractious. She has recently started to run outside every time I open the front door, which is inconvenient.

I bought a copy of The Teraport Wars, because I had a bit of spare cash, and I like to support artists who are creating nifty work. The thing is, the last time I bought a book from that author, the day before the book arrived, I got laid off. Here’s hoping that won’t happen again. It probably won’t; what happened six months ago was a silly coincidence.