The excessive sleeping, I realize, is due to (1) the post-novel ennui (2) the disgusting heat (3) more adequate pain-management--but it sure feels like I'm sleeping my life away.
On the other hand, I seem to be a lot more productive and pleasant to be around. I guess that's a win, even if I love sleep about as much as Nancy Kress does.
Time to get up and roust the dog out of the basement, where he has retreated in the face of our current killer heat wave.
See many of you at Readercon. Fairly late, as I plan to be at a Rasputina concert as of 7 pm tonight...