I've also read a few paragraphs more of Mordaith y Sioned Ann, being the Welsh translation of C.S. Lewis's Voyage of the Dawn Treader and considerably more of Divine Endurance by Gwyneth Jones, which for some reason I never read when it was first published. So far I'm reserving judgement, but I'm not jumping up and down thinking, "Gosh! Wow! Wonderful!" which I did over Aberystwyth Mon Amour and Jon Courtenay Grimwood's Pashazade, Effendi and Felaheen.
Right now I'm hot, yet another neighbour is having a bloody barbecue, causing the stink of burning barbecue lighter to float across our back garden. Soon it will smell of burning fat too. Ugh... I would like to go out for a walk, but I have to go and mow the grass or it'll be waist high by next week.