Business of the day:
Getting books back on the shelves. Oddly, they fitted neatly until I tried to sort them a bit more logically. Half of Irish history is yet in a pile on the floor.
An hour spent untangling the spaghetti of a Mac, three hard drives, a CD-ROM, a printer, three assorted iPods, an iPad, a speaker system … eleven power points in use, off two wall sockets. The impossible we do on a regular basis. Miracles (why won’t the Big Bastard iTunes back-up show as connected?) have taken a trifle longer.
Book of the day:
Well into le Carré (page 143 of 264). Must have had a sleepful night.
Gripe of the day:
That same le Carré dust-cover.
It is oh-so-arty matte black. The result is it retains the imprint of every finger that holds it.
Quote of the day:
The day is still young, but I doubt anything is going to top this (Ed Caesar interviewing Gids Osborne for Esquire):
Osborne’s animus against May is complicated in origin — personal, political, ideological, tactical — but purely felt. When I met him at the Standard this past spring, he was polite enough about the prime minister. But according to one staffer at the newspaper, Osborne has told more than one person that he will not rest until she “is chopped up in bags in my freezer”.
Ear-worm of the day:
September in the rain. Problem is the internal sound-track keeps switching from the best (Dinah Washington) to the merely good (Julie London).