The Price of Reading

As a result of devouring much of the Temeraire series in one continuous swoop (I'm about a hundred pages from the end of Black Powder War) my subconscious treated me to a series of dreams last night featuring dragons and the Air Corps Reserve, which I am suddenly a member of. And then there were these strange buildings on plateaus and exams one had to pass. I kept waking up in anxiety and needing to remind myself that dragons were not real, there were no exams, and I needed to go back to sleep because I had an 8:30 wake-up time.

Shortly we'll be headed off to fair Boston, driving all the way. It should take us ten hours or so. I am not looking forward to this trip, less so for the night's tossing and turnings having hurt my back.

Ah well, such is life. I'll metaphorically see you all in Boston.