Wednesday, July 12, 2006


was unseasonably hot. Too hot.

I have a cold.

My wife has a cold. And the city has a fever.

Miserable, and on my way home from work, I bought the new Thom Yorke album - on first listen it's a prickly thing, but I suspect it will grow on me.

I am reading a gorgeous book. That's all I am going to say for now. Other than I'm loving it - yet another novel to be enthusiastic about in this blessed for trent reading year. The writing is wonderful. And, well, that's all I'm going to say. For now.

Blogs need mystery.

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