I just heard that SFF author Anne McCaffrey has passed away at the grand age of 85, and I see that already plenty of very eloquent tributes to her are flowing across the internet, which is lovely. No matter how problematic some of her books now seem when I re-read them as an adult, they meant an awful
lot to me when I was a teen, and part of me still wants to live on Pern :-). So thanks for the dragons and all the memories, Anne.
Another, more personal RIP: to my cat Ben, who had to be put down the weekend before last after a week-long struggle with some nasty disease that basically just shut his systems down. He was 11 years old. We love all our cats very dearly, but Ben was a particularly special cat, always sweet, charming and possessing a puppy-like enthusiasm, and we're feeling his lack very sorely. We miss you, Benny-jango!