In Flux

I have yet to decide on my next book. Logic dictates it should be The Far Side of the World, #10 in the Master and Commander series by Patrick O'Brian, since it's my last library book. Well, not my last; Ahab's Wife by Sema Naslund is still sitting there, a feculent beacon of sanctimonious, masturbatory godawfulness eyeing me from atop a pile of nearby books, but I've no inclination to finish it. If I do, it'll be because I don't want my progress updates for it to disappear from my eventual Goodreads review. There are just so many other books I want to read, including a pair that just arrived from Amazon this afternoon.

I'm not sure what my plans are this year. There's Dragoncon, of course, but with no guests announced yet, I'm not sure how excited I should be at the prospect. Right now, I'm just happy at the thought of spending five days in Atlanta with Roomie. Should Karl Urban or Craig Parker be announced, I'll promptly go into fangirl overdrive and spend the next X days impatiently awaiting opening day, but while Craig is likely, I suspect Karl will either be gainfully employed thanks to the tireless industry of his new agents or enjoying a down year with his family. So I'm preparing myself to simply enjoy what's there and looking forward to splurging on food and visiting the Aquarium again.