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Angels at My Bumper
Well, that was the worst driving weather I've experienced in a while. After alternating snow and freezing rain all day, it's not surprising it was bad: an hour-plus of driving very slowly on the highway with that greasy sideways sway beneath the tires that says one incautious move will start me sliding. But by the time I left work, traffic was very light, and I made it home with barely a slither.

And then I got home to find a spot for my car already shoveled and J. ready to cook dinner. My hero! Forget roses, not having to spend the first hour after I get home shoveling is the best Valentine's Day present I've ever gotten.

So- I've been meaning to post a review of the latest book, a fun YA romp. At about age 16, I realized I was really too old for YA books. And I thought about it for, oh, all of ten minutes, and said, "to heck with being grownup, they're too much fun to give up". You see, in a YA book, you can't have any of the experimental crap you sometimes find in adult writing. There has to be a story, there has to be sense of wonder. Er, did I just admit that? It's market research. Really.

( Ark Angel by Anthony Horowitz )

So, I'm curled up at home with the computer, finishing up the beta on

aurora_novarum' latest fic and sipping cherry wine (which tastes rather like pie, actually- we have a local orchard that makes amazing fruit wine).

A lovely finish to an annoying day.

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