Nothing much to report, my troops bitches gadabout cohorts. I've been rereading the first two of Steph Swainston's Comet Jant Shira books (The Year of Our War and No Present Like Time) and have at last got on to the third.

The third is Modern Times — a less inspired name, I feel, although it may turn out to have some clever relevance — and is a signed copy, a thing of gamine book-next-door attractiveness, which I bought from eBay because it wasn't much more than the hardback price. I am going to return to it as soon as I get offline after posting this.

Looking forward to my week off. Nothing in particular is planned, apart from going to see Stardust with Slen. Although I didn't think much of the book, I'm cool with putting money in Gneil's pockets, and I have to admit I'm curious to see the... unicorn. >:}

The other problems I've mentioned seem as though they'll continue, i.e. Family Upset (which, I reiterate, doesn't concern me directly, which is great news for my sanity, but the whole thing is sad nonetheless, like the death of a craven, doddery parakeet) and health (I have a neurologist's appointment booked next Saturday morning; maybe he will cure me of this parenthetical asideosis).