Mmmm. Happy warm weather. I'm running around in shorts in November. This is my kind of autumn, especially compared to last year, when it was trying to snow around this time. *shudder* Yay seventies! Wheeee!

Not that I actually get to be out in it. Gotta work on this essay for Irish Lit. Sigh. I think I'm doing something on swan imagery in middle and later Yeats poems, and how he saw himself as a swan, all solitary and unchanging in the face of time/history. Or something like that. Mmmm-hmmm. Of course, I suppose I could take the books I got from the library and search for swan references in them outside. Oooh...

*bounces off*

*bounces back**

Solitudes, Tin Man and TBFTGOG tonight! Methinks I'm skipping ballroom to have a Stargate fest with Kate tonight. :)

*bounces off again*