Grumble, grumble

I finished rereading The People of the Wind last night, and I was planning an essay or two on Poul Anderson, but I'm no longer in the mood. An annoying situation has arisen, which is going to be hanging over me until Thursday of next week. I don't want to go into it, except to say that I brought it on myself; that knowledge, however, does not reduce my annoyance. Nor does it reduce the potential of the situation to distract me from what I should be doing and from what I want to do; so if, for the next week or so, my posts (and my e-mails) are short, sour, or infrequent, that's the reason. My apologies in advance.