Apparently printing out an entire YA novel and an entire adult novel within the span of a week was too much for my printer. It has succumbed to more malaise than markgritter and I can fix, though not for lack of trying, and so tomorrow I will find somewhere to take it in and be fixed. Which is, of course, precisely what my schedule needed this week in every particular.
Sigh. I'm reminding myself that it's still better than having to type all 637 pages out myself. Technology. Worse than everything but its lack.
On the bright (?) side, I got up through page 576 on Thermionic Night, so I can at least make a reasonable beginning of this read-through.