Middling day of sun and clouds and rain and threatened storms, muggy and insect-bedevilled. Early morning tomorrow, so am waiting for sweet ativan to work. Finished an Akitada, started the next one, within three pages Akitada had put his foot in it and exited on his high horse, possibly jobless. Do not remember Akitada being this thick in earlier works, but if he is now, I may be spared reading the series. Started instead Amy Tan's Saving Fishes from Drowning, about a dead woman in the afterlife narrating her life, which is pretty much what I want now.