Today consisted of a lovely couple of hours Chez lovelybug, where I was pleased to be presented with my long-missing Fragrances and Flavors of Sicilian Cuisine (recipe for Eggplant Enchiladas to follow). Then, exhausted, home for a shower and a soak (an attempt to work out the soreness from my coughing) and a nap. Before shadowdaddy came back from his Tour de Britain ride/watching, I finished my review of The Mysteries as performed by the South African troupe Isango Portobello. (I found it too religious for my tastes.) Then we went to booklectic's house for her Fete Worse Than Death, which I was unfortunately not in good enough health to truly enjoy, as, after a really nice conversation with notintheseheels, I decided I'd burned through my energy for the night and headed home. Which is, of course, where I am now, yawning and ready to call it a night. shadowdaddy is telling us the story of his bike ride and wechsler and I are both feeling much more worn out than he is, which is kinda sad. Anyway, night all.