On a slightly better keyboard.
I finished Player of Games and moved on to, because apparently I hate myself more than usual, Don Quixote. My kindle estimates I have 23 hours left in the book. This is not encouraging.
Loree has taken to watching those shows where people are moving to foreign countries and trying to find a place to live. Turned to one just now, just in time to catch the end of a couple moving to Iceland. He wanted to be close to his school; she was uncomfortable living in the city. When he caved, I noted to Loree, "Typical! The man's commute always suffers for the woman's need to dispose of corpses!". Seriously, she was a little creepy to me. But, then I appear to be a born city boy.
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