Oh, what the heck

That SF/fantasy book list thing everybody else is doing.

"This is a list of the 50 most significant science fiction/fantasy novels, 1953-2002, according to the Science Fiction Book Club. Bold the ones you've read, strike-out the ones you hated, italicize those you started but never finished, and put an asterisk* beside the ones you loved."

( How SF-literate am I? )

So I've finished half of them? Hmm, I need to try to check out the rest (excepting Starship Troopers).

update-type post

Really quite tired today, so spent most of the day in bed or otherwise resting, figuring two days of not leaving the house isn't too excessive if it helps me recover from the infection more quickly. The weather helped--the temperature was warm (about 70 F or 21 C), with gusty winds and heavy rains most of the day. Good weather for staying indoors drinking lots of tea.

Then an hour or so before sunset, the sun broke through, illuminating the rain-drenched world and all those clouds flying overhead. If you don't think I at least tried to go out for a walk at this point, whose journal have you been reading? It took me a while to get myself moving, so I missed any rainbows there might have been. And I did need to walk slowly, with my mind wanting a good walk a long distance so as to enjoy all the evening's beauty I could, and my body saying that wasn't going to happen so I'd better slow down and enjoy the efforts my body was willing to put forth. At one point I stopped in my tracks and stood facing east where the sky was filled with red embers and grey ash. It was not a picture postcard sunset so much as it was a "You had to be there" sunset, or possibly a "How many different cloud types can you identify?" sunset. Dramatically, kinetically beautiful.

Coughing stopped for a few hours, for which I and everyone within hearing distance were grateful. I left a conversation downstairs when my lungs got twitchy again, but that's okay since it was time for more tea and the newest Smallville anyway.

Tonight's HAL post

A brief one from MegaHAL, but I like it.

The night is his doublet--
his heart set on edge
holding a tumbler of gin, with her hair
in the hot air the small
family holding hands
and siphoned off at the seams.

The man, invisible. The woman, gone all but for her hair. The family, holding onto each other as they disappear without a trace. On the next new episode of Supernatural?