Tickle In My Throat Still

Being sick sucks big time. I don’t even feel bad. There’s just this tickle from the dreaded sinus drain that keeps making me cough. I hate it. A lot. And when I lie down, it’s brutal.

I had a great dinner with Steph tonight. She’s an ex-employee — the only one I’m actually friends with — and I always enjoyed her company. She’s really smart and she’s one of those people I have a great time with. We went to El Tropico for some Cuban food something she said she missed. Had a nice 30-minute dinner spread over 3-1/2 hours.

My black leather Mickey Mouse briefcase broke. I am devastated. This thing has been with me for nearly two decades. I tried to find a picture on Google and eBay to show everyone what it looked like, but there isn’t one. I’ve found a leather repair shop that says they can fix it. I hope so. It wasn’t all that expensive, but it has great sentimental value. I’m going tomorrow if I’m feeling well enough.

I am overly frustrated with people making demands on what little leisure time I have. I have very little time in life to do stuff I want, and I resent having to share it with people not of my choosing. I’m cranky when I’m sick. Sue me.

I now get to review Freefall the third book in the Tunnels series by Roderick Gordon and Brian Williams. This enormous tome is by far the best in the series. I like how Will develops as does his mother Cecilia who was a ‘nothing’ character for the first two. Will’s father turns out to be a ginormous peckerhead, though I somehow wasn’t surprised. What did surprise me is there’s another book coming, and we’ve got another cliffhanger. There’s more of Bart the cat, Rebecca (both), and some Chester. We have the return of Drake and a lot more detail about the world and I really liked it until the last 50 pages which just pissed me off more than anything else. But I’m looking forward to the next one. This book is far darker than the other two and designed for older audiences than the first two. We have some return to London (yay) but mostly the book has lost all pretense of being anything but a subterranean science-fantasy novel that really reminds me of being part of the steampunk genre.

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