simple pleasures

Do you know what it feels like to put on soft flannel pajamas when
they're still warm from the dryer? My feet felt like that all day,
yesterday. I have a pair of the world's most comfortable socks.
Dahlgren's (I keep wanting to spell that the other way) Alpaca Trek
socks. They cost the earth, and I don't even have 7-league boots to
wear with them. I still want to wear them every day.

My migraines have been flaring badly. I can't sleep properly,
can't wake up. I have so much free-floating irritation I can't
even post a proper rant to my livejournal (my "books this week"
post from Monday keeps getting delayed as I add more ranting.)
My hand hurts. I'm cold all the time, and everything smells
wrong.

But from the ankles down, I'm doing very well indeed.

books this week

John Barnes The Duke of Uranium and The Hall of
The Mountain King. Not what I was expecting, based on
a few not-terribly-detailed references on various livejournals.
Not bad books, but not suitable for the purposes I bought them.
Gina Kolata Ultimate Fitness: The Quest for Truth About
Exercise and Health. I checked this out of the library
because I was impressed by Kolata's account of flu epidemics.
But such deep and casual dishonesty as I see here is deadly
to science journalism. I want to slap her and say, "You're
deluded, junior!"
Thomas Disch The Prisoner. I could never watch the tv
show. In the late 1980s, someone dear to me watched reruns,
and tried to share part of the experience with me. Visually,
it was just too hard on my head. I can't say if this is like
fanfic, or more like closed-captioning ... but it brings back
the fall of 1987 like a knife.
Sarah Caudwell The Sibyl in Her Grave Someone on LJ
suggested Caudwell. I don't remember who you are, but
thank you. I love the style. I am utterly at a loss to
describe it.

Details below. I really didn't intend for this week's reading
to be so bdsm focused and rant-inspiring. It just sort of turned
out that way. Not everyone will want to read more. ( Read more... )