Monday

Gotta love it. Not my most productive weekend ever, but I puttered around and got a few things done (although I wimped out of a party Saturday night and out of chamber choir rehearsal Sunday, on the principle that neither of these events would be enhanced by my coughing all over them). Unearthed my winter wardrobe. Did laundry. Cleaned the disturbing pink jelly out of the bottom of my fridge. Made a grocery list but did not buy groceries. Searched for sequins, as it is once again Ornament Project Time; I thought I'd hit pay dirt at one of the dollar stores on Queen but although they did have three different sequin assortments, none of them contained the right shade of blue. Bah. It may have to be Wal-Mart. Took apart my desk, although have not yet taken it to the basement. Read more books (Look to the Lady and Danger Point). Did a lot of Killer Sudoku (I am dangerously addicted). Had dinner at my parents' last night with three Cornish poets. Got home in time to watch the end of Where Eagles Dare (aka All Germans are Mortal), featuring a ridiculously young Clint Eastwood and also a special Making Of feature made long before DVDs were ever thought of, which impressed us.

Mostly I spent a lot of time getting distracted by other things. Any day now I will be back into my normal routine, but it hasn't happened yet.

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So a few weeks before I went on holiday my library book system went all to hell. I renewed everything I had out, but when I got back one thing led to another and I forgot they were due almost instantly and I owe the library $8.70, which could be worse. But really none of them appealed particularly; I seem to have hit the stage I hit periodically, in which I want nothing to do with serious reading and stick exclusively to Golden Age murder mysteries and other comfort reads. If I've read 'em already, so much the better. It's been a solid diet of Agatha Christie, Patricia Wentworth, Georgette Heyer, Margery Allingham, Terry Pratchett, Emma Lathen, Sarah Caudwell, and Dorothy Sayers since I got back (Ngaio Marsh is missing from the list only because there haven't been any handy). But I do feel that perhaps I have given the ill-fated batch of library books short shrift. So, dear flist, please help me by filling out this poll:

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Comments in the comments. Thank you so much. My brain appreciates all the help it can get.