I'm re-reading Ysabeau Wilce's delicious novel Flora Segunda: Being the Magickal Mishaps of a Girl of Spirit, Her Glass-Gazing Sidekick, Two Ominous Butlers (One Blue), a House with Eleven Thousand Rooms, and a Red Dog right now, this time in its shiny new British paperback edition, as Flora Segunda of Crackpot Hall. And all I can say is: I desperately need a T-shirt that says "What Would Nini Mo Do?" (It would also have to show a picture of her with her gun and her pen in hand, of course!) I love the fact that there's an ad for the Eschatanomicon in the back of the British edition...

Maya and I have been very much happier since my brother arrived yesterday afternoon. Much Harry Potter has been watched, much Kraft mac 'n cheese has been eaten, Maya's tummy has been petted and she has gotten great walks, and this morning I even had my first writing session since Patrick left last week. It's soooo much easier to have a successful writing session when you've got a writing partner sitting across the table to keep you from giving up and turning the wireless back on! I wrote another 800 words of the new/old short story, and I'm feeling pretty happy with them.

Right now Dave's trying to read while Maya's trying not to let him. Maya is an absolute master of the art of flopping herself on top of a book, no matter which bizarre angle you move it to.... She never, ever gets tired of the effort, either. After all, she knows that her cause is Just. Soon, he'll have to give in and realize it, too.