I'm still staring meaningfully at The White City, trying to figure out how the damed thing works. It would be nice if I could finish it by year's-end. But it all depends on if the story tells me how it ends.
I guess tomorrow I start rereading it again.
It's finally raining out there, and the wind is gusting fiercely, but it's 41 degrees, which seems positively balmly.