trillian_stars has been reading Flashman to me which is stupefyingly wonderful, every second page is interrupted by our collapsing in laughter. Herself, Trill's reading Perilous Guard, the YA fiction novel which she's been enjoying and I've been reading Fred Pohl's autobiography and John Grant's exciting non-fiction work Corrupted Science. I also picked up a copy of Time Windows which someone recommended in the "what's your favorite adolescent lit book? post. There's something incomparable about lounging on the settee in front of the fireplace reading. I think it must be close to the height of evolved human comfort.
I finished another play tonight (thanks for everyone who helped with the French phrases) which I feel gives me special dispensation to spend extra time doing mostly nothing that doesn't involve watching movies and sipping grappa like a barber shop full of old Italian men. Last night Trillian read the entire play out loud, acting out all the parts which was head-swellingly awesome, there was much laughing. We've also had some quality pinball time in lately which has been swell.
In the midst of all the adventures of late, I realize that sitting home making dinner with Trillian is the highlight of my life. Especially if Roswell is helping. I wish I could bottle this and give it to the world, because it's the best thing I know.
(BTW, Y'all should add Michael Swanwick's RSS lj feed http://syndicated.livejournal.com/swanwick_rss/ -- he's a fabulous and funny man.)