I could stare at the ocean all day.
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It’s a Blue-Gray Heaven by the Sea
I’m on the outer banks of North Carolina right now, sharing a house with some of the coolest people in writerdom. I am staring at the Atlantic Ocean as I type this. I am content.
The Story of Sigmund
Earlier today, a friend and I got to talking about the some of the colorful characters with whom we’ve shared offices over the years. (The statement that kicked it off was, and I quote, “The lab was usually quiet, but some days were harvesting days for the guy doing glaucoma research. It’s hard not to lose a couple of hours watching someone slice apart a bucket full of pig eyes.” Because apparently that can happen. I didn’t even know that was a thing. But now I’m picturing Dr. Krieger from Archer.)
Nothing like that ever happened in any of my offices. But I did briefly share an office with Sigmund.
Sphinxes, Not Moons
I mentioned Luna moths in my previous post. But that wasn’t right! I thought perhaps it wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t remember the correct name. Luckily for me, Google knew what I meant when I asked it about “moths that look like hummingbirds.”
What I’ve seen around New Mexico—in my yard, and in the flower gardens at the Santa Fe Opera— is one of these. They’re called hummingbird moths because they really, really look like hummingbirds at first glance.
There are some cool videos online.
Moths Are Attacking Me As I Write This
So this is slightly odd. Not Tim Powers weird, but unusual nevertheless.
Everybody I know locally has been inundated with moths over the past week or so. It’s like The Swarm, but with moths instead of bees. (Which is good. I’m not so keen on the stinging.)