More books

I tried to write a narrative post, but everything I could think of came out sounding sententious. So instead I'll just mention more reading:

Charles Stross' Glasshouse, for which I have just posted a review on Amazon - I couldn't believe that 12 people before me had written reviews, and not ONE of them mentioned Cordwainer Smith! One of the main ideas in Glasshouse is the danger of forgetting one's history, and yet, all these reviewers seem entirely unaware of science fiction history any further back than maybe Star Wars.

I've also submitted a review of Haddam's Hardscrabble Road to Amazon, but it hasn't been posted yet.

Tomorrow: selling soda as fundraiser for Bel Air Community Band. Only reading I'm likely to get done is the newspaper.

Getcher slightly-cooler-than-room-temp root beer here!

By the end of the afternoon, that's what our "ice cold soda!" cry had morphed into.

I had the weirdest feeling yesterday - I felt, very briefly, as if something had just gone "fzzt-p!" in my chest. Not painfully, but just - sort of a weird internal static electricity feeling. I put a call in to JH, and the EP on call said it didn't sound like anything dangerous, but they'll call me Monday morning when the clinic is actually open, to see whether I should come in and have someone do telemetry and a chest x-ray to make sure nothing in the ICD has shorted or detached. We. Shall. See.