Last day of November

Somehow it seems wrong to have totally abandoned blahdeblahblah in the way I seemingly have (though I have been updating my books read list) so I toss up this photo of a faux African savanna at sunset. Because, in these troublous times, it's this sort of nonsense that amuses me:

 The books-read list reveals that I've been a bit escapist for the last several months. It was fascinating and helpful to read all seven of the extant "Thursday Next" books essentially one after another. My obsession with the Gamache mysteries continues, though I worry they're becoming less about the amazing food and more about dark machinations--and I'm also trying to pace myself so I don't run out of them too soon.