|08:09 pm - Cold and sleety Sunday|
Incipient cold lurks in the sinuses. Am draggy, dizzy, achey, and irritable. Drinking sweet milk tea and eating buttery crumpets helps.
Thought I'd use my enforced leisure to plow through something forgettable from the shelves. Two pages in made it clear that Sax Rohmer and I are not going to get along; five pages in, that Vampire Princess Miyu makes no sense. Have already returned the Mammoth Book of Steampunk to the library after reading two stories; I don't want steampunk, I want gaslamp. Therefore have read another twenty pages of A Distant Mirror, because dryish history is just the thing when one's head aches.