Meanwhile, in the 'cast not a clout till May be out' department, it has been hailing all day. Bouncing little ice pellets, yes. Alternating with blinding sun. I feel for all the people who meant to have a backyard BBQ with Mom today in the kind of heat we had last year. But might I say that I actually *really like* this weather?
Finished A Discovery of Witches, which paleaswater says she warned me not to read. Cannot recall her doing so. It's the kind of book that leaves a taste in the mouth; not necessarily a bad taste, but a distinct one, and I think I need to read something else to remove it. So I shall postpone the Marlovian pleasures of Shadow of Night-- which are probably something to my purpose nothing, anyway-- and read oh I don't know. Something without vampires anyway, if I can find it. I suppose that precludes Rosemary and Rue?