Cloudy most of the day. Maybe a little rain. The heat has broken. The high was only 82˚F. It's currently 77˚F, with the heat index at 79˚F. I managed to do almost nothing today except read The Secret History . In a week, I've had one good night's sleep, and that night was not last night. I lay in bed this morning, watching the sunrise, listening to Lydia having a bad dream. Someday, maybe I'll post a list of book I wish I'd written. They're almost all mid to early 20th Century. Only four or five after about 1960. The afternoon's comfort film was Inception . I did manage a tiny amount of email, with Bill Schafer, Vince Locke, and Steve Jones. Oh, and I'm told that Vile Affections is now 90% sold out and will likely be entirely sold out on publication. So, if you want a copy, take note. Later Tater Beans, Aunt Beast 11:44 a.m.