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I've been having a low-key weekend, though it was marred this afternoon by my Internet going down just as I was sending a lengthy email. I had one of those annoying phone calls with my phone company: "No, I see no outage in your area...[half an hour of tinkering later] Oh, yes, now I see there is an outage in your area." But now it is back up! ::clutches Internet::

It's overcast, threatening rain. A little helmeted girl is careening on her bicycle through the parking garage, doubtless to the distress of the Garage Kitty.

I've been reading Flush by Virginia Woolf and the delightful Girl From Mars by Julie Cohen, and poking at my vampire suffragette story and leafing through Shoulder to Shoulder for research for same. I do seem to have a touch of the post-novel ennui, and much as I'd love to be deep in writing work, my brain says it needs to recharge.