Needless to say, when I let them out this morning to clean out their cages, they went berserk. Thing is, by the time I finished cleaning everything up, the yard was muddy anyway from the hose and the dogs (and I) are basically damp. :( They're pleased that they're damp. I'm merely concerned that some of us may catch a cold.
I'm letting them frolic in the meager sunshine but I'm going to pen them up again in a bit because the worst of the rain is supposedly falling from now to Sunday which is kind of pissing me off because weekends are when I get to do laundry and how is anything every going to dry. :( And well, the dogs won't enjoy being locked up for that long.
I enjoy rain a lot more that I do warm weather, but it is just so inconvenient. It's great for staying in and sitting on the bay window with a cuppa and a good book and wonderful music from the 1940s. But having to live around it is ridiculous. I remember being in uni and happily slogging through knee-high flooding and enjoying the novelty, but alas, those days are past. At my (rarified age/stage of enlightenment/whatever) it is no longer acceptable to channel drowned rat when arriving at an appointment.
This week's been pretty productive, thesis-wise. That's all I have to say on the matter.
I've also managed to read Gneil's 'The Ocean at the End of the Lane' (more of the same), Pterry and Stephen Baxter's (yeah, I haven't got a silent letter name for you) 'The Long War' (which was infinitely more satisfying, but cursed with the same cliff-hanger ending 'The Long Earth' had with a great deal more plot), three of the Bane Chronicles (each of which are just long enough to be a nice treat after a few specimens), and also finally finally finished 'Cooked' by Michael Pollan (a book that took me over a month to finish because it arrived during renovations and was promptly misplaced until June and then forgotten repeatedly, but was so very wonderful and the source of a hundred thousand ignored food cravings, damn you).
This, of course, brings my book count to 68 as of now, ignoring separate manga volumes, which is a great deal less than my goal of 150 books this year. :/ I honestly don't think I'm going to make it. I was going to try for 200, but I'm glad that I didn't bother, because I think that it is physically impossible for me to read that much with everything else.
I've yet to get back to my Les Misérablogging, and le_chatnoir's been very indulgent in that regard. I really have to get back on that.
Currently working on 'Scatter, Adapt, and Remember: How Humans Will Survive a Mass Extinction' by Annalee Newitz, and the next books I'm hoping to read and finish within the next two weeks are:
1. Rocannon's World by Ursula K. Le Guin
- This is the first book of the Hainish cycle, which I've been going through very slowly at not at all according to publication date. I'm about 2/3 through it but I keep getting distracted and expecting the tone and strength of 'The Left Hand of Darkness' and 'The Dispossessed'. This is why I really ought to start at the beginning of things so that I don't get tripped up.
2. 'Shadow and Bone' by Leigh Bardugo
- This is the first book in the Grisha Trilogy, and as of now, there is one more novel, 'The Siege and the Storm' and two short stories, 'The Tailor' and 'The Too-Clever Fox' which I will read if I enjoy the first novel.
3. 'Blood of Elves' by Andrzej Sapkowski
- Second book of the Witcher series. I enjoyed the first book a lot, even though it was a collection of short stories, because the world is ridic fun so I'm hoping to enjoy this one as well. :)
4. 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' by Truman Capote
- About halfway through and not enjoying this very much. :( It is probably just incompatible with my personality.
Seeing Sian and Bunny for lunch later, and then back to thesis work. :))
All right, time to pen the dogs up again.