*happy sigh*

Have been to the beach many many times, have lain about languidly reading, have cleaned, have bought plates, have driven places.

Watched pilot episode of Jeremiah, yups I could watch more.

Managed to tune in the TV over the weekend and was greeted by Kylie Minogue in tight gold shorts, I watched for a bit expecting her to lick a pole or something, also failed to fast-forward the adds; may have to take another year off to recover.

My ascetic_hedony is back although a bit sick.

We celebrated by grabbing Booboo and Trille and heading to the beach where it proceeded to rain on us. We were not daunted and merrily swam about in our clothes appreciating the lightning on one horizon and the sunset on the other. Am confused by the number of people who left the beach when it rained as if getting wet was a completely unexpected thing to have happen at the beach.

Rynosseros by Terry Dowling

A collection of fabulous short stories introduced to me by the bright and brilliant cricketk. This wasn't the kind of book I had to get back to every minute, but when I was in it I loved it. Hunting the lethophore Forgettie, Sailing giant sand-ships across the desert, A robot risks everything to catch a glimpse of a soul, A man plays fire chess to win his lover. Just beautiful.