Well!

I took the comments off, but I forgot about the snogs on my profile page. I'm up to a 1000 snogs now. Thanks, people. I'm feeling the love.

I'll try to write again tonight.

Don't want to go to work today, in a major way. Feh.

Lois McMaster Bujold has sent me seventeen chapters in manuscript of her new book *gloats*

kijjohnson is on her way to Japan. minnehaha B told me this weekend, "We're renting a house in France for several months. Stop on by and spend time with us, if you like. We'll put you up and feed you." I wish. Wah.

Work on book tonight

Tonight was spent transcribing notes from my various visits to the ice palace site. This is a good way to work on the book without having to actually think about it--but since I've clocked the time, so to speak, I'm guilt-free for today.

The last several nights, the girls and I have been watching Anne of Green Gables. I had tried reading the book to them about a year and a half ago, but they must have been a little too young when we tried it, and they lost interest partway through. But they were very interested in the movie (Megan Follows, Colleen Dewhurst, Richard Farnsworth). We all wept at little at the death of Matthew. Delia particularly was grieved, although she didn't come quite as unstrung as she did at the death of Beth in Little Women.

(I love good death scenes in books. As anyone can tell who has ever read The Wild Swans.)

Am still reading Mansfield Park, although I'm tempted to put it aside. It is my least favorite of Jane's novels, although I still do appreciate it. Maybe I'm just not in the right mood for it. I don't know what I'm in the mood to read. I've had trouble getting into books lately.

Damn it, I still want to go to France. Or Japan.