I just get these headaches...

Or, at least, two nights of insufficient sleep and a day of the Army of Reconstruction doing their worst certainly gives me a pounding headache approximately equivalent to the pounding of pickaxes as they dig up the floor. Or, in fact, the pounding my cherished feline (she of the Golux persuasion) almost got when she bounced cheerfully through the window and onto my head at 3am on Saturday night for the fourth time in an hour. She appears to enjoy the possibilities afforded by my new sleeping arrangements (the bed is just beneath the window, which absolutely must remain open on the grounds that I'm quite attached to this breathing business). I, on the other hand, do not.

Interesting experience with an Amazon parcel recently: the local post office has a veritable genius for sticking post into the wrong box, most commonly a mixup between 443 and 433. This resulted earlier this week in an apologetic phone call from a total stranger somewhat abashed at having absent-mindedly collected my Amazon parcel after finding the slip in his box: he didn't notice it wasn't addressed to him until he'd taken it home. Either he's a scrupulously honest type or he really isn't into Babylon 5, because he dug out my phone number on the internet and arranged to drop off the parcel in return for the monies he'd disbursed to get it out of hock. The Evil Landlord is consequently able to rejoice in the possession of two more seasons of said Babylon 5, which nicely takes care of our evenings for the forseeable future.

I should hasten to add that, headaches and heat notwithstanding, I finished updating another chapter yesterday, and am embarked, somewhat painfully, on a third. News at 11.