My baby, he wrote me a letter...

Up early, working on SF critiques. A lot of work, but a lot of fun, too. Or am I just being lazy, not wanting to face my own stories at the moment? 

Movie this afternoon. The Danish Girl. Heard talk about academy award nominations, but have to say I don't get it. Great production values wasted on an insufferably boring story. Spoiler alert: couldn't wait until the main character died. Most satisfying scene in the movie.

High note of the day: a belated birthday card from my son. Letter included!