*waves*

Just back from a weekend with my family and having a day off to recover/prepare for my mother to visit for a couple of days. I, er, don't think I've ever had my mother actually visit just me for an extended period of time. I... need to do laundry.

I'm not even going to address the problem of the fridge magnets. It's not like she doesn't know.

Anyway. This is mostly just to say, at some point while trying to catch up on my circle and flist, I gave up and started skimming--tell me if anything exciting happened?

ETA: OH. The thing I actually wanted to say: is anyone else not getting comment notifications from Dreamwidth? Because I seem not to be (though they still appear in my Inbox on the site, so I am not totally without clue).

Or I could spend my Monday reading. A lot.

I meant to accomplish things today, but Dragonfly in Amber has been happening. And also a nap.

So: Jack Randall looks a bit different when you have read enough books whose protagonists are sadists and/or sociopaths--or maybe it's just a result of being ten years older than the first time I read this--which makes his bits no easier to read and possibly harder. Curse you, Diana Gabaldon, for making me feel bad for everyone involved.

(For future reference: if you happen to be reading the Dell paperback with dragonfly, goblet, and plaid on the cover, everything starts going Horribly Wrong on page 367. I am hoping to fix in my mind just how much of the book is spent on the Everything Goes Horribly Wrong part; I found it much easier to rewatch The Shawshank Redemption (which I did a lot, in the few years after I first saw it) once I had determined that the Subplot of Greatest Unpleasantness covered about nineteen minutes of the film and then was safely over.)