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I'm up past midnight with my laptop, dinking with datasets.

I was going to say I seem to remember doing much the same while the Berlin Wall was falling, but it doesn't fit; this was in the living room of the first rental house, with a 386SX, and in '89 I was still living in the last rental bedroom and I'm not sure laptops had been invented. Maybe that was the first Gulf War.

Happy Birthday!

To redbird!

Margaret Frazer, The Hunter's Tale

A huntsman and seriously abusive father/husband dies mysteriously in the forest, to no one's dismay. Unfortunately, he manages to leave his widow and heirs in a fairly impossible situation through an unreasonable will, and a neighbor starts to take a suspicious interest in the widow. Somewhere along the line, I forget how exactly, Dame Frevisse the detecting nun gets involved. I wonder if it says something about the construction of the plot that I can, at a few months' remove and after reading a couple more in the same series, neither remember how she got there nor what if anything she accomplishes once there; the family tragedy unfolds regardless, and the dogs are the most interesting characters, on the whole.

I haven't posted any flowers in a while ..

Here's a rose from last week.