It’s my second day off in a row and my brain has already turned into useless mush.  There’s one more tomorrow before I work on Friday; I may deliberately keep the boy home so that I have something to do.  I’ve been up since eight (I slept in a little bit today) and spent the first few hours of my day finishing off a book that insisted on getting weirder and weirder the farther I got into it; I think it took a high-dive into the deep end about sixty pages from the end.  I have, naturally, directed my wife to finish it as quickly as possible so that I have someone to discuss it with.

I should mow the lawn.  The back yard in particular needs it; Bek got most of it after my lawn care disaster last week but “most” does not mean “all” and now not only is the goddamn thing looking generally unkempt across most of it but the side portion is completely out of control.  Deathwish the Toad is having a party out there.

(Mentally reviews where this post is going.)

Nah.

I’m just going to leave this here and say that I’m fascinated by it and then go mow the lawn.  Maybe while that’s happening I’ll come up with something interesting to say.

http://www.darkcrystal.com/authorquest/

I have no idea what I’d do with that but I think it’s neat that they’re using this approach.