I went to work early this morning, arriving at the office at 8 o’clock. I do that sometimes, mostly to enjoy the quiet and my breakfast, though by the end of the day I’m usually tired enough to be wondering why.
Glad the weekend’s here, all things considered. It wasn’t a rough week, by any means, but I’m still so unused to getting up and going to bed at a reasonable hour.
I am, however, reading and writing more than I did over the break, so that’s nice. This evening on the train, I finished reading Roger Zelazny’s Lord of Light, which had been recommended — I believe to the audience at last year’s Selected Shorts show — by Neil Gaiman, and it was quite good.
And that’s it for Friday.