gillpolack @ 2012-04-02T22:55:00

I love the world again. It's not just the eyes, it's the last book I'm reading tonight, Mark Rose's Alien Encounters. I like the way he approaches genre. He understands its fluidity; he places it in time; he understands how writers push limits and how they don't. It fits my Medievalist interpretation of genre far more than the work I threw a hissy fit over yesterday. I'm going to try to finish his book before I give up for the night.

After that, I'm having an early night. I don't want to. What I want to do is sit up late and watch old Dr Who.

I've been fighting a migraine since about lunchtime, and I'm finally losing the battle. Chocolate will get me through for a little, but not for more than a half hour. Most migraines I can work through (with care) but every now and then one hits that requires a dark room, medicine and hot water bottles. I did that earlier tonight and it worked well enough so that I ate dinner and did some solid work. And I answered my telephone. And I blogged.

It's all caught up with me again, alas. I like Rose's treatment of genre, though - it redeems my jaundiced view of humankind. When I lie in bed with those hot water bottles and with painkillers inside me, I shall be smiling.