Happy birthday to Brigid

As well as to an old friend of my youth who isn't, I suspect, reading this. But that's as it may be.

Ennui (not the ISP)

Revising this prospectus again engenders in me a soul-crushing world-weariness.

In other news, it's cold enough in our apartment that I am tempted to wear fingerless gloves, and yet I drink iced coffee, because that's what makes my mind work in the afternoons.