Losing steam here, mid-way through. I've been patting myself on the back, metaphorically, for my perseverance, both here and over here, but there's something about the ides of November that slows a person down. That and the utter darkness at 4:30, that's just hard to adjust to. It is 6:30 as I write this, and I am ready for pajamas and a book. Actually, I am enforcing the reading of all the New Yorkers I've got piled up before I allow myself to go back to the library. Which is nice because it's also bath season, and it's easier to read magazines in the bath than library books. Uhhhhh, I am an 80 year old lady now!!!!