A general catch-up
Jan. 15th, 2014 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylI had vague plans to go bouldering tonight, but the weather was terrible and I was feeling rather washed out — a combination of lots of early mornings, too many miles run, and not enough care taken to eat properly — so I stayed in a caught up with a spot of reading. I finished my first novel of the year — Jacqueline Carey's excellent Kushiel's Dart — at the weekend and now I'm busy zipping through something lighter in the form of Melissa Scott's The Roads of Heaven novels, as recommended by Liz Bourke, whose tastes reliably reflect my own making her an excellent literary pathfinder.
Criticised by the others for not going to the Fat Pig last night — my lame excuses being tiredness and exhaustion leading to the failure of our plan to go down to the quay, and the need to save up my pennies for a climbing rope — I struggled to remember the last time I went out on the town with the usual suspects. The last occasion I could positively recall was supper at the Rusty Bike sometime in early 2013. Now, with access to the exo-brain, I've realised that it was actually early May: bad, but not quite as bad as I'd feared. And it's not exactly as if I don't see them every day for the morning kaffeeklatsch...
Criticised by the others for not going to the Fat Pig last night — my lame excuses being tiredness and exhaustion leading to the failure of our plan to go down to the quay, and the need to save up my pennies for a climbing rope — I struggled to remember the last time I went out on the town with the usual suspects. The last occasion I could positively recall was supper at the Rusty Bike sometime in early 2013. Now, with access to the exo-brain, I've realised that it was actually early May: bad, but not quite as bad as I'd feared. And it's not exactly as if I don't see them every day for the morning kaffeeklatsch...
