I've been very, very busy the last couple of days, getting all kinds of minor tasks done that were threatening to overwhelm me. There's been no time to prioritize them, just deal with one after the other. I feel like I'm just dropping rocks and throwing down scaling ladders as fast as I can -- but the besiegers haven't taken the wall yet.
Last month, I finally got hold of Lindsay Davis's latest Falco mystery, Nemesis. It was great. Then, I learned that Davis had published a non-Falco novel set in the English Civil War. It's called Rebels and Traitors. It's a huge, sprawling novel, and I ate it up.
Today, I dropped by Barnes and Noble and all I could find worth reading was a bargain-priced collection of stories called Rudyard Kipling's Tales of Horror and Fantasy. Ooh, tickety-boo! For those not familiar with Kipling, he's one of the great story-tellers, ever.
This is going to keep me in happyland for a good while.