2. Knees or no knees, a hot bath gives such a sense of well-being. Makes me feel the way I used to feel.
3. Motohashi Keiko (she of Third Reich and such) does ridiculous plots and ridiculous emotions and ridiculous long-haired furbelow-wearing biseinen, but I find I can't throw her manga out once finished. There's actually a there there, though I'm damned if I know what it is.
(Also, website, Aniki to Yobanaide, which I've just finished, is in no way, shape, or form a josei manga.)
4. Reading a Datlow and Windling anthology, The Green Man, tales from the forest that aren't (to date) Robert Holdstock in any way. That said, lord but Charles de Lint has a virtual monopoly on twee.
5. Doctor says try not eating bread, to combat uncomfortable full-feeling in chest/ gut. Down two pounds already.
6. Am I likely to learn anything about the 14th century in the last three hundred pages of A Distant Mirror that I didn't in the first? I seem to have fallen into a fit of 'life is too short to plough through books' and a need to purge my bookshelves of deadweight. This is probably because of the realization that 'I'll read this when I'm old' has become 'read this now, not when you're 84.'