Dunnett, Dorothy - Checkmate

I'm still sort of vaguely blah from the loss of the entire Lymond world, but luckily found Figgs and Phantoms in the store. Except now I have a real hankering to reread Perlious Gard, given the Elizabethan period thing. Hrm.

It's so strange how I feel such a loss because I've finished a series, but it hurts.

( Spoilers )

Links:
- rachelmanija's review

(no subject)

Nabbed Jane Yolen and Charles Mikolaycak's Tam Lin (picture book) from the store, and ooo, the pretty.

Funnily, despite having read a few different takes on Tam Lin in novel form, I realized I really don't know the original ballad at all! Now I want to find a big book of ballads or something...

This is partially inspired by the fact that I apparently have a bit of a pre-Elizabethan and Elizabethan era thing, as sparked by The Perilous Gard and now Lymond. Plus, I've always wondered if that ballad Randall composes about Kate in The Perilous Gard actually exists or not.

Maybe I should try Loreena McKennitt. Hrm.

My ear is still plugged, despite attempts with Sudafed and Debrox, so I think I am going to have to make a doctor's appointment. Argh. And I'm getting a physical checkup next week, and my health insurance sucks, so all in all, the month is being more expensive than anticipated. Of course, it always is, isn't it?

My stomach has lately been notifying me that it is now that time in which it does not accept dairy, or too much oil, or anything that is too salty and tastes artificial, or even anything that tastes too strong. It's pretty strange... it's on a monthly cycle, and I go through a period in which basically the only thing I want to eat is bread and vegetables and fruit and maybe seafood, which eventually blossoms into the pizza-craving, must eat chocolate and cheese and lots of salty stuff phase.

I was also jolted abruptly out of my nice (and much needed) sleep this morning by the noise of the leaf-blowers. Luckily, I have calmed down some since then, because if I had been on LJ, it would have been something like: WHAT THE FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP OH MY GOD JUST GO AWAY *&^&^%$$%#^%!!!!! *bangs head on walls repeatedly*

I really, really, really hate those things.

(and I am using my cool new icon of me and Fool-rat, drawn by the guy at work)