Finished reading Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett. This was a charming story about two academics — the titular Wilde, junior and diligent and quite possibly neurodivergent, and a tenured professor, lazy and charming and (Wilde suspects) prone to falsifying his research. Seasoned with little bits of horror, but still quite fun and cozy.
Smoke detector went off; firefighters used their “special wizard machine” (their phrase; presumably a term of art) and determined it was a false alarm.
I am reminded, after closing my account about a decade ago, how transactional everything about LinkedIn is.
Yard work today.
Finished reading The Language of Power by Rosemary Kirstein. This is clearly not the end of the series, though it ends on an adequately-satisfying note, but it’s the most-recently published. (Kirstein is apparently continuing to write.) Less Le Guin–esque than the others, but still reminiscent. I’ve enjoyed all these books.
Finished reading The Lost Steersman by Rosemary Kirstein. This was a little more harrowing than the previous two, but (or thus?) a little more compelling.
These books are self-published, and could have used another pass from a copyeditor, but nothing that ruins the read.
Successfully added SPF and DKIM records for pile.org email.
The bambina came home sick from school today.
Discovered that today is literally the first day of Achewood’s return so let’s gooooooooo
(Achewood is foundational for Meghan and me, but not without its problems, as discussed at ridiculous length by the Brain Tape podcast.)
Finished reading The Outskirter’s Secret by Rosemary Kirstein. Confirms the Le Guin vibes I got from the first book: ecology and sociology are core to the story.
Tonight’s kitchen victory: huli huli chicken, first time using the grill this year.
After evicting the huge spider from the house, I had a half-finger of scotch.
Went with Mom, Meghan, and the bambina to Magnuson Park.
Mowed the lawn, first time this year.