I have a book review to do on Allan Mallison's A Close Run Thing, which is a weird combination of historical novel and Regency romance; I suppose I should also express an opinion on Funker Vogt's Navigator and the Leningrad album I now have (thanks,
Thaadd!) but it's too damn late at night for that. Time to go shoot up and fall over.
I guess I'll be doing P's taxes and helping reassemble the Winbox Saturday, since I may be working Sunday.