There's really not much to be said about the last few days. I slept a lot. Spooky read me Lemony Snicket's The Horrid Hospital and most of The Carnivorous Carnival (though I rudely slept through much of the latter). We watched a lot of Angel (finished Season Two, started Season Three, yay Fred!). I began reading Ronald Rainger's biography of paleontologist Henry Fairfield Osborn, An Agenda for Antiquity (1991). Friday night, we watched Steve Buscemi's Interview (2007), which I liked quite a lot, and a collection of Pixar short films. Other than the aches and pains, that's most of what I recall about the past five days.
My grateful thanks to the new Sirenia Digest subscribers and to everyone who bid in the most recent round of eBay auctions. A new round began yesterday.
I think maybe I need to lie down again now, and stick on a few more Tiger Balm patches, but first another photograph of Hubero. He's taken to sleeping curled upon on the little altar table in Spooky's workroom, and seems not the least bit ashamed of being such a damned stereotype: