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Ah, the mild miseries of late August. Sinuses fill and ache, fruit flies are everywhere. At least it's not hot. Occasionally acts almost cool, though the nights stay stubbornly in window AC territory onaccounta humidity and ragweed. The window fan too easily becomes another mild misery: moving sticky air exacty where I don't want it. Also the fan is pointed at my feet and so can't avoid blowing where it shouldn't, while the AC is in the right hand dormer and blows over my covered body.
The Shortest Way to Hades became readable once we had an actual murder to deal with. But I went back over that tedious precis of Whoever's estate and its many many clauses and still don't see where it said who the heir would be nor where the copyist could have elided a section, nor indeed why the heir was the heir. Oh well. I am still not one for The Law. Have started The Sibyl in Her Grave. This one has the Gorey cover. Really a match made in heaven, Caudwell and Gorey, because her junior common room sorry pardon her junior partners are so very much Gorey characters.
We're at a quarter to September and I have almost no recollection of August to speak of. Except for weekly dining at the upscale Korean place, and really, what's my life come to that all that distinguishes it is where I've eaten? I should maybe try getting to the Museum, whose first floor where the East Asian galleries are is now free, or the AGO that has a Mary Cassatt show on until the fourth.
The Shortest Way to Hades became readable once we had an actual murder to deal with. But I went back over that tedious precis of Whoever's estate and its many many clauses and still don't see where it said who the heir would be nor where the copyist could have elided a section, nor indeed why the heir was the heir. Oh well. I am still not one for The Law. Have started The Sibyl in Her Grave. This one has the Gorey cover. Really a match made in heaven, Caudwell and Gorey, because her junior common room sorry pardon her junior partners are so very much Gorey characters.
We're at a quarter to September and I have almost no recollection of August to speak of. Except for weekly dining at the upscale Korean place, and really, what's my life come to that all that distinguishes it is where I've eaten? I should maybe try getting to the Museum, whose first floor where the East Asian galleries are is now free, or the AGO that has a Mary Cassatt show on until the fourth.