Well, we're off in the morning, and though I'm exhausted and not looking forward to the drive, I am looking forward to a few days of culture and exploration and not working and all that.
Too tired to talk about the last week, and anyway it was mostly me being cranky and working, so here are two links:
- Excerpts from eleven tedious stories, from Lemony Snicket's Introduction to a forthcoming McSweeney's anthology:
It was another heartbreaking day for Mark, who lived with his abusive father in a run-down shack by the railroad tracks, which were crawling with both poisonous and regular spiders. Coughing in pain as he eased himself into his wheelchair, he wondered how he had become addicted to various drugs, when he had only a few dirty pennies to buy them with.
(Via pnh's Sidelights on Making Light.)
Okay, one personal thing from the week: our mail carrier moved here from another state. Back in that other state, she was friends with the people who left the piano in our basement in 1968. How random is that?