How was the week that was?

Well, I finished A Moveable Feast, and wrote the review. I'm about halfway through The Vintner's Luck, which I'm loving, but I'm very tired tonight; in fact I'm off to bed after this.

So I'm going to bed with an old favourite: Evil Under the Sun, by Agatha Christie, which won't be quite so taxing on my poor brain and nerve cells. Not that The Vintner's Luck is taxing as such, it's just very ... wrought.

Also daylight saving starts? ends? the springing forward one tonight and I hate daylight saving with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. All the clocks have been put forward, now all that remains is a week or so of my "I hate daylight savings!!!" outbursts. Then I'll forget all about it.

I did update my non-book blog. By which I mean, I made a token post. I'd like to post over there more, but my head is still up my ... uh, nevermind. I'd like to be in a happier frame of mind. But practice makes blog posts, so I will make an effort.

I'll do a reading week post tomorrow or Monday; I'll see how I'm feeling.

Sunshine, lollipops and fluffy kittens. :)