And now the blue hour is before 8:30 and it's nautical twilight* before 9, in spite of the authorities saying it doesn't happen till quarter past. I know dark when I see it, guys.
Thus am at a summer dead end, wanting a nice cozy British mystery and not finding it. Thought I'd got one for a loonie last night- The Death Pit- but failed to read the blurb about the book being 'charged with erotic energy.' Do Not Want, thank you very much. Probably should just settle on an Ian Rankin, but I Do Not Want coppers of the old school either, who hang around with criminals and beat up suspects and ignore rules. Thus I chug along with one of the Mammoth Books of Holmes pastiches, purely so I can remove the badly-edited beast from the shelves.
*Nautical Twilight: The time period when the sun is between 6 and 12 degrees below the horizon at either sunrise or sunset. The horizon is well defined and the outline of objects might be visible without artificial light. Ordinary outdoor activities are not possible at this time without extra illumination.