Now the forces of entropy have attacked my bicycle: one of the brake cables snapped as I was cycling around town this morning. This has never happened to me before, but then I can’t remember the last time I had a bike that actually lasted two years, as my current one has. (Here’s a fair sample of my bike-luck in academic year 2007-2008, a.k.a. “The Year of Four Bikes” or “That Long but Single Year”.)
Still there were things keeping me in a good mood all day. Copyedits for The Wolf Age went in, practically nearly almost on time almost. Swords & Dark Magic seems to be piquing some people‘s interest in reading Morlock novels, anyway, which is encouraging. I’m working my way through the anthology myself, and every time I pick it up I’m a little freaked out that I have a story in it.
My copies of Le Sang des Ambrose arrived last month, and only today did I realize that this means my ego-googling can now ascend to a new linguistic dimension: JE googlant. (There are some very civil reviews of the book here and here.)
The best things about the day, though, had nothing to do with me, except that I was lucky enough to be there: reading Livy with an old student; running around in the most beautiful July day in the history of the Great Black Swamp; listening to an oboist talk about music, etc.
