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[flemmings]

Unusually a cool grey wet day, with civil showers that still don't wet the ground under the trees. It feels like another year. I could be curled up reading the latest Gladstone, except I'd forgotten how foreboding Gladstone is. I want something cheerful right now, like The Armor of Light, but will probably just go back to Cellini getting religion is prison. Which would make a cat laugh except *he* believed it.

I'd feel less scratchy if my body would stop losdropping a kilo plus of water weight so my clothes fit comfortably, and then putting it all back on plus overnight so they don't.

Bought a crockpot yesterday. Will make crock in it once the weather turns properly cool, not the present hot&dry / cool&humid / fans at all times Toronto summer.

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[incandescens]

You, me, and everyone else are looking forward to the new Aaronovitch.