I'm not sure I can continue to blame the antibiotics for how I've been feeling this morning. I may have some virus on top of them. At any rate, I was not well enough to read for most of last night and early this morning. I'm well enough to read now, I think, but I still intend to spend the day at home doing nothing "useful." I will shower this afternoon and put on clean pajamas. This is giving in to the Sick, I realize. But sometimes that's the way to go.
I'm reading Octavia Butler's Fledgling, when I'm up for reading, and I watched a movie version of "Five Children and It," which was substantially different from my memory of the book, so I think I'm going to reread the book soon. (I have learned through bitter experience that it's best in this order. I hated the Oliver Platt/Kiefer Sutherland/Charlie Sheen version of "The Three Musketeers" the first time I'd seen it, because I had just finished the book the previous week. Now I like it just fine, because I know it's not The Three Musketeers but another story by the same name.)
Tell me what you're reading, and whether you like it, and why.