I'm having a strange old day.
There has been sadness (attended my uncle's funeral).
There has been madness (in work just after seven, then left at ten, then travelled by foot, train and car to the funeral and then by car, train and foot back into work which I eventually left at four.)
There has been gladness (awesome emails full of awesomeness, which included...)
An acceptance from Goldfish Grimm's Spicy Fiction Sushi for my story Through Bleached Bone, a futuristic tale set in a universe just left of ours, populated by SleepMakers and Ghost Beasts and good friends. Previous issues have included stories by Kurt Newton, Jaym Gates, Adam Israel and Carrie Cuinn.
Today has also been the day of the mega-huge barmcake full of fattening corned beef and mayo and red onion and alas a slight dip in my diet. But no chocolate. Although, I'm not certain there was room left for chocolate. Seriously, tiny Martians could have used the barmcake as a spaceship.