Proust is up to page 266 (he's riding the train with his girlfriend and playing with her head). I'm going to take a break from reading him for a week and get through Kage Baker's The Sons of Heaven so that I can send it on to thewronghands when shadowdaddy heads to the States next week. I've been waiting to finish this series since summer 2000, when I first read In the Garden of Iden. I bet I'll have it done before Saturday, time with uncle aside.
For the record: the Queijo de Azeitao Quinta do Viso Grande cheese we picked up in the airport in Lisbon is quite good, like a brie but without the moldy skin. Yum!
Oh, and my uncle is coming to visit us for a week, arriving tonight at St. Pancras. I won't be around as much online, though I will certainly be seeing the usual complement of shows. Now is the start of holiday madness for me!