|07:11 pm - Nothing weekend|
I'm sorry, this August is a bust. All it does is carry over from July: rain, forecast to rain, looking like rain, etc. I want sunny dry breezy weather and I've never had more than a day at a time this year. The cicadas don't sing, the nights are not cool, and instead of renewed energy I have obscure twinge and ache in body parts that I actually use. Oh, and I sneeze and cough.
So no, accomplished very little either day. Did finish The Lais of Marie de France as well as I Shall Wear Midnight, and am currently rereading LoEG and Tanith Lee's Cyrion. And all of these are obscurely oppressive and fantoddy when I want something cheerful. Also for my nose to stop dripping.