Had a doctor's appt this morning, left early just in case, sat on northbound subway train while voices apologized for the delay caused by malfunctioning signal lights at Eglinton, got off at St Clair and caught a cab. Civil Indian driver who came here in '97 commiserated with me on the state of Toronto streets and the noxious boom in condo building.
Sleep-deprived reading Wednesday doesn't remember what she last read. Under the Pendulum Sun, for sure; The Secret of Chimneys to counteract same- even foreign spy/ master thief Christie can be refreshing even with all the period racism about, though I've been warned off both The Big Four and The Man in the Brown Suit because of it. Also a volume of Dinotopia which is sweet enough in its way.
Currently on a Wycliffe mystery because Hurston and Hopkinson are still too oogey after Ng. TBR is a mystery about Bram Stoker's stage manager, and Forest of a thousand lanterns which is YA but may be OK nonetheless.