Oh, dear.
Yeah, still sick here. I was sure I was over it Sunday, but then Monday was just as bad as the days before. I think decapitation is a reasonable cure.
Ruined Savant's evening by having a serious drug reaction at 2:30 this morning, much drama and fuss. Fortunately, he'd gone to bed at 6:30 pm, so I'm hoping it won't tear him down too much at work today. He's still sick too, poor rat, and it's in his lungs; so far, no lung involvement for me so we're still trying to stay away from each other.
I want to clean house. Can't. Bah.
Piles of library books. Sadly, the Amanda Pepper series by Gillian Roberts has come to an end. Set in Philly, these mysteries are so good that I read two of them the night before the bar exam fifteen years ago. Couldn't help myself. Pshaw, you'll like this: the final book has the sleuth and her husband moving to New Orleans to deal with post-Katrina reconstruction, specifically, helping his own extended family get back on their feet. I'd love it if she'd pick up again from there, but that's not her plan. Anyway, good for Roberts for explicitly ending the series and providing some wrap-up, something other series writers are reluctant to do.
Unfortunately, Dorothy Cannell's Ellie Haskell series seems unlikely to ever end, and that's a real pity. The first novel, The Thin Woman, was really very, very good, back in 1984. But at this point - twelve (or so) books later once "Goodbye, Ms. Chips" is released this April - the characters are all terrible caricatures, and she stretches maybe eight or ten pages of (bad) plot to 300 pages of gabble. I think I'll send most of these back unread. Maybe I griped too soon; maybe "Goodbye" is going to be the finale.
Science fiction types, did you know that barbara_hambly and dpaxson (Diana Paxon) have their own blogs here?