*Sniffle.* *Cough.*

I spent yesterday in bed with mucus, aches, and reading material to keep me company. The irony here is that the only crowds I was around for the whole Fourth of July weekend were at Uwajimaya, and I wasn't there that long. I did go to Lambert House on Monday, and given how stuffy it was in the carriage house at St. Mark's, I'd put my money on that as the source of the ick.

Finished Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Pretty good characters. Action and plot complicated to the point of frenzy. It doesn't have what The Expanse has: the thing that makes me want to buy the next book right away. But I wasn't in the mood to read something challenging; see "sick" above.

Oh yeah: Good Sister texted & called me while I was in bed to give me the play-by-play on all the hot, hot real estate action. (Did I just make a sexual allusion involving real estate agents? That's so not my kink.) It's looking to me as if this might actually happen in the next few weeks, but you know what they say: never count your chickens before they rip your lips off.