Mornin', dears. Another beautiful morning; I can just hope that it doesn't get as painfully hot today as it did yesterday. I'm waffling between disappearing to campus or holing up in the basement, in Ian's room, today. We'll see.
Got some good news today -- a new Wizardry book by Duane, The Book of Night with Moon. She's possibly the only person I'd trust to tell an entire novel from the point of view of cats. The first chapter's on the web page, and the rest will be out in November in the States. I guess I can wait that long. Sigh.
No desire to write yet. Not sure what to do with the day, as a result. I really do need to go to campus sometime soon and talk to the financial aid people; maybe I'll take laptop, swimsuit and go do that today. The pool opens at 1:00...
My mood is finally calming down, though getting e-mail from Rob this morning made me briefly mopey again. Time to get back into the regular swing of things. Planning to do a lot of reading today, finishing the Pat Murphy and starting a book Lisette really liked and lent me, Chitra Divakaruni's The Mistress of Spices. I'll let you know how it is. The Murphy has been solidly good so far, though nothing yet as brilliant as I found her first novel. I've heard very good things about one of the last stories in the collection, though, "Rachel in Love".
2:35 - Well. I walked to campus, finishing the Murphy on the way. Good. I dealt with the financial aid stuff -- all's well, and I'll be able to go to school this fall. That's reassuring. I alternated swimming and reading the Divakaruni book, which was excellent. Really really good -- go read it. The sun and book and water all combined to make me feel pretty content, y'know? As if I'd been ill, but was now gently convalescent.
And then I stopped by the library and logged on and read Ceej's journal for the last four days and now I'm weeping again. In the damned library.
I guess you could say I'm not fully recovered yet.