More vacation photos

Whirlowdale park, an hour or so's walk walk through the woods from my mother's house, is not what it used to be, but -- thanks mostly to the efforts of the cafe people, I think -- hasn't entirely reverted to wilderness. Even the Mexican Skunk Cabbage, ugly smelly stuff though it is, has a certain attraction if you look at it right.

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I am not exactly functioning on all cylinders at the moment. I've had worse jetlag, but I'm still at the annoying stage when I can't sleep through the night and there isn't any time of day when I feel fully alert. This is not particularly conducive to copy editing, and certainly not to writing.

It was a good holiday, though, and Heathrow on Saturday was no more annoying than Heathrow usually is on a summer Saturday morning ( Read more... )

Also, I probably have enough books to be going on with for a few weeks, in so far as "enough books" is a meaningful concept. I keep seeing things that look interesting, but it may be time to exercise a little restraint, particularly if I'm going to be writing again.