It's funny how, when everything slows down, and the pressure is off, Brian seems to wake up again. He's been sleeping in a fog of intoxicants and procrastination for some time now (no regrets there.) But still, the ideas and the willingness to write seem to be returning to me, in waves, slowly picking up speed *insert tacky train metaphor here*.

Despite how busy this summer is likely to be, I fully intend to spend a lot of it under the pile of brilliant books I've been acquiring over the last few months without time to actually get through them.