In which I hold forth

[desperance]

My Bookish Ways has an interview with me, which they have put up so promptly (I think we did it yesterday, or perhaps the day before) that it contains one outright lie, but hey. It'll be true soon, and the internet is for ever.

In other news, it's turned ninety-degree hot again in these parts, just as the boys had got used to sleeping with us again, against the bitter chill mild downturn in the weather. They are confused, but stubborn. We sleep under a single sheet and two dense cats. I woke this morning with one pressed either side of my ankles, as though I were the camel and they the needle's eyelids.