Woke up Saturday to a washing machine that had mutinied, at least from the rinse cycle onward. This is after an expensive pipe break under the back yard deck, a random belt issue on one car, and our son's discovering what can happen when you drive barefoot and your foot slips off the brake onto the accelerator. No one was hurt, but in a contest of car vs.brick wall, the bricks won. :(
Our son's birthday on Monday was pretty low-key, mainly because we were all exhausted and jet-lagged. Then Tuesday I drove in to work, and back into the mayhem. My skin had cleared up over our vacation, but it started to break out again late afternoon on the first day back. /o\
Apparently, there was a minor cooling spell while we were gone (i.e., the daytime highs went below 90-degrees). That ended the day after our vacation was over. Now we're back up in that 107-degree range for a couple of days, and the expected mildest day this coming week has a high of 97. UGGGGGHHH!!! As for DC, I have a friend who grew up in the Midwest and its humidity. His theory is that people acclimate to that climate to the point where they sweat less, because their bodies have learned that it doesn't do any good. This could explain how people wear suits in that weather.
I got voted out of Idol last week, which was sad, but it was a good run and I appreciate those of you who supported me throughout! Thanks to my office stress, I wrote a lot of crack, which was actually kind of therapeutic. :)
I've read a lot of books over the last several months, including:
The Dead House, a sort of paranormal drama. Through journal entries, interview transcripts, and other media, it tells the story of a girl who may be succumbing to possession. Or her experiences might be a side-effect of her disassociative identity disorder. Or both. A very good YA novel, complete and well-balanced.
We Never Talk About My Brother, a collection of short stories by Peter S. Beagle. I tried for years to like The Last Unicorn, but just couldn't. These stories, though? The first one had terrific voices and such a neat idea, and the second (the title story) blew my socks off. Definitely worth reading.
Expecting Someone Taller, by Tom Holt. Replete with dry British humor and absurdity, this is the story of a man who accidentally runs over a badger and gets passed down magic Norse artifacts that provide him with enormous power. I nearly bailed on it when one of Odin's ravens used the phrase Bugger all. *Gag* British slang (or any slang) in a story with historical characters is just so clunky. I made myself persist, though, and enjoyed the book overall. And then checked out
The Outsorceror's Apprentice, also by Tom Holt. This builds on ideas from his When It's A Jar, and mainly features a fairytale world in which there are too many wolves threatening girls, too many dragons terrorizing villages, and far too much demand for chopped wood and milled wooden planks. And some of the characters are growing suspicious...
I've also started a Pascoe and Dalziel novel, always a pleasure. I restrained myself from going to the library this weekend, as I have another week on the few books HalfshellHusband and my son are reading, and I have a ridiculous backlog of Read and Return stuff. But next week? Oh, I can only be so strong...
And now I need to make tomorrow's lunch and get to bed for another week of the Sisyphean exercise that is my work life...