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The worst of the much-publicized storm seems to have abated, I hope. The rain woke me up around 3:30 a.m. I was still awake when Ryan's Hope came on at 5, so I watched that, and then when that was over, I heard the dreaded "drip drip SPLASH" sound coming from my living room window. The windowsill got pretty soggy, but the Bounty paper towels kept things under control. Eventually I fell back to sleep and dreamed my living room was flooded, and woke up with an icepick sinus headache.

I've been lying around watching Ryan's Hope and One Life To Live and reading The New Yorker. Now I'm drinking some Darjeeling and reading my FL. Soon there will be noveling, despite my bedraggled state.

Last night I watched the first NANA live action film. It managed to be both incredibly (and delightfully) faithful to the look and feel of the manga (I kept going "OMG, he looks just like Yasu! OMG, it's the strawberry glasses!"), and to boil down the story into a gripping two-hour film. (Come to think of it, the first volume of NANA has a rather slow time getting going, and they fixed that problem in the movie.) It also managed to come up with something of a resolution, though it ends fairly early in the manga's ongoing saga. (I haven't seen the NANA 2 movie yet, and I'm not sure how far along in the story it goes.)

Yesterday I also finished reading Rosamond Lehmann's Invitation to the Waltz, which I'd started over the holidays but for some reason had trouble getting into. But once I got to the party section of the book (the last 100 pages or so), I was enthralled. Lehmann's such a fine, surprising prose stylist. I'm looking forward to reading the sequel, The Weather in the Streets.