Second entry in one day . . . how very very.

D.’s anniversary present arrived today, and I’m not sure if I can wait till Friday to give it to him. (Get your mind out of the gutter.) It’s really cool that our anniversary of meeting is the day before Schmalenschmine’s Day, because we can go out for dinner in uncrowded restaurants and give each other goofy gifts without getting sucked into the pink hearts red aortas vibe.

The usual Sturm und Drama at work, whipped into a shrieky goodness by the impending launch of the new Web site this weekend. I hate to out myself as a susceptible wimpo, but I really think it’s idiot work stress that’s roiling my gut lately.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

I finished Carter Beats the Devil by Glen David Gold last weekend. It took me forever because I kept getting bored by one of the subplots and picking up other books/knitting projects. Overall I liked it, although I thought that Michael Chabon’s The Adventures of Kavalier & Clay was far more vividly and engagingly written.

I’m now reading Why Did I Ever by Mary Robison and not digging it even a fraction as much as her sublime Subtraction. In fact, I’ll probably end up re-re-re-re-reading Subtraction soon. But I haven’t given up on Why Did I Ever, because I wouldn’t be surprised if it gets more lucid (even if her characters don’t) as it progresses.

np Wrens The Meadowlands. Holy damn this is good stuff.