Dinner at swanky French restaurant to celebrate mine and my sister's birthdays last January and my brother's today. Aches and stiffness meant I didn't manage even a card for him, and to make matters worse, both he and my sister gave me presents. The presents are alcoholic in esse and in posse (LCBO gift card) so the latter might well be repurposed as one giri no ongaeshi. People who live on tylenol aren't supposed to drink at all, and certainly alcohol hates me these days. Dinner was at invitation of my cousins, aunt's surviving daughter and husband, partly at least as thanks for weekly visits for the last six years. Which still dictate my reflexes: I automatically check the long range weather report for Saturdays and only belatedly recall that there's nowhere I have to go on Saturday.
Kat Howard, An Unkindness of Magicians
-- not bad at all. Echoes of the Craft series and some sideways nods to Flora Segunda. Like Gladstone, women are allies in this world, and how nice that is.
100 Demons 27
Now I know I can still read Japanese, possibly Phantom Moon Tower that came last November. Maybe the latest Zen Cho. If it ever shows up, Aliette de Bodard's In the Enchanter's Palace, unless it's too de Bodard for me.