Most of the day consumed by Civicrack, fluid intake, and re-reading The Scourge of God.
I skimmed through Norah Vincent's Self-Made Man, which was depressing. I'm not sure what I was really expecting when I picked it up, but after giving it a once over lightly I can understand completely how she wound up having to see the headshrinkers about getting her head bolted back on straight. Nothing really new in it, at least not to me; the bottom line is that Norah, posing as a rather metrosexual Ned, gets clued in to the secret emotional lives of men and the fact that they're confused and messed up by sex, emotion and dealing with the opposite sex - and women aren't any better. It was interesting to see that many of the men she encountered and came out to after posing as Ned actually opened up to her more once they knew she was a lesbian.
After it was all done, I was glad I had my father's copy of The Sheikh and the Dustbin to cleanse the old palate.
And so it comes to pass that I'm going to bed early...after writing up the Christmas cards so they can go out tomorrow and maybe arrive before New Year's. Sorry about the delay.