Well. I finished How the Dead Live last night, and it was every bit as grim and dark as I have come to expect from a Derek Raymond novel, but also just as good. I’m back to Mansfield Park, which alternately pleases and annoys me. Perhaps Jane Austen is not for me, I think…and then I hit an interesting section or a character does something I like, and I keep going. I’m halfway through the novel, so I’m determined to finish it now.
We have just a little bit more light each day, which is wonderful. I feel like I’m noticing it more than I did, say, last year. Maybe because of the added walk in the morning? Or maybe because I’m not head down with term papers. Who knows. Whatever it is, I notice the extra bit of daylight as I’m leaving work and I’m grateful for it. And quite pleased.