What a week. I’ve been struck down by the virus from hell which doesn’t seem to get spectacularly worse, it just doesn’t go away. So, I’ve been slumped, thick-headed and dopey on a couch watching the Olympics and doing little of much worth. For whatever reason, I just can’t seem to read much when I’m sick, so this has been a real set back. Still, there’s time.
I noted a few days back that I’d started to read the new Stephen Donaldson novel. I now note, without further comment, that I’ve stopped. Not sure what next. Probably just some short fiction. The latest Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet has a lovely story by Deborah Roggie, “The Enchanted Trousseau”, that you should definitely check out. I’m also about to start in on the December Asimov’s. The year is slipping away.
