Recently read:
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. (c) Susanna Clarke 2020, Pub Bloomsbury 2020; ISBN 978-1-5266-2242-6
I bought this as a new hardback soon after it came out, because I'm exceptionally excited by a new Susanna Clarke and because lots of my friends were raving about it. I didn't settle down to read it for ages, but then I messed up a pandemic safety decision and ended up waiting alone in my partners' house for several hours. (Basically Judith was in a panto, I'd automatically assumed I wouldn't go because we haven't been doing indoor theatre at all, but forgot to factor in that if the whole family was going there was no point me staying away. Anyway, I missed the show, so I read a book while waiting for everybody to come home.)
Anyway, it's just as good a book as I hoped, really absorbing.
( detailed review )Today I had my booster. I still think, even post-omicron, that focusing on boosters was the wrong policy; we should have started with first doses for children and the poorer parts of the world. But given that the mistakes have already been made and we have a highly transmissible, immune escape variant everywhere, I personally feel a lot safer now that I've had my mRNA booster. (I was AZ/AZ/Moderna.) In order to get it I needed
ghoti_mhic_uait to give me a lift to a small town 15 miles away, because this million boosters a day programme is a bit of a mess. But when I turned up it was all very efficient, big spacious sports hall, loads of marshalls, straight through to a vaccination station and straight out again, bam.
I currently feel tired, nothing worse than that, and I'm not even convinced I feel more tired than I did yesterday. It's been a long, dark, lonely autumn, and that's as likely as the vaccine to be the culprit.