I made two efforts to leave the house today and both times it started raining, the second time with bonus thunder and a nice lightning effect through the Venetian blinds, so I think all things being equal I will just walk to the library tomorrow.

Overall I am not in terrific shape; some land mines went off in my head that I thought I had gotten rid of. I am working on them. I spent a portion of the evening reading Lois McMaster Bujold's A Civil Campaign (1999) for much the same reasons that I threw myself into Courtney Milan in December; it had been accurately described to me as a Regency in space and I enjoyed it despite having short-circuited decades of character development since reading the Cordelia novels a dozen-plus years ago. I am not saying that dissolute decorative types who turn out to be morally tricky government agents are my only type, but I am saying Byerly Vorrutyer. I am pleased by the news of the shipwreck attested only in vase paintings and feel that anyone who raises it should watch out for sirens. I got some pictures of the rainbow visible late this afternoon over the roofs of Winter Hill:



Suck it, GOP, it's a queer planet we live on. I am going to attempt to do something absolutely unimproving with the rest of my night.