Well, autumn is finally here. The cold rain and heavy clouds this morning signal the change, but I see real confirmation out my window, as I sit here relaxing in the late afternoon sun: Husky game traffic inches slowly down Banner Way northward. It’s sunny out this afternoon, affording me a chance to walk Greenlake and get some exercise, but otherwise it’s been a lazy Saturday full of projects long-neglected over a busy summer. I’m about halfway done with Stephenson’s second volume of the Baroque Cycle, so I imagine I won’t have much to write about there until next week (these books are massive. It’s really incredible to imagine that he wrote all three longhand with various fountain pens. I can barely write a note nowadays before my hand cramps up, although my “typing tendons” are in remarkable shape).
School will be starting at the University soon, and as I do every year, I wish I were back on campus, with the smell of the books in the library and the dust of chalkboards. Perhaps someday. In the meantime, this Stephenson tome isn’t going to read itself…