Sick Day

I'm not going in to work today; I'm feeling a little headachy and a little queasy. (This is probably not unconnected to the fact that breakfast today consisted of four slices of heavily-buttered toast, a cup of black coffee, and a couple of pieces of Hallowe'en candy. But still...)

I finished October by blitzing through The Lost Steersman and The Well of Lost Plots. The "Steerswoman" books continue to delight; I managed to stay one step ahead of Rowan most of the time (mainly because I've read a lot of science fiction and she hasn't), but didn't catch on to what was going on with Janus until the very end. The "demons" were very interesting; the communication problem is going to be difficult. I don't think TWoLP was as good as the first two Thursday Next books, but it was still entertaining. (I do want to know how the Cat knew to ask about Miss Havisham when Thursday called about the accident...) I'm continuing to read the same two books as before, but I've also started on Crowley's Little, Big and Donald Frantz' Blackfoot Grammar. That last one's been sitting on the shelves for quite a while and, for some reason, caught my attention a couple of days ago. Linguistic monographs are often pretty dry, but this one looks interesting.

On the suggestion of someone on the Bujold list, I took a look at the webcomic "Schlock Mercenary". I dropped into the current storyline at a rather confusing point. (This is about space mercenaries, right? What are they doing on a fishing boat?) But I've gotten through the archives, and enjoyed them a great deal. (I do wish he'd stop picking on Elf. I like her. But then, I liked Petey - at least, pre-explosion Petey. His current incarnation is a bit full of himself.)

Heigh-ho. Time to call the office.