potentialities

There's always a surprising amount of good stuff left on box day, although the sci-fi section is always cleared out immediately. There must be people who are scooping it all up indiscriminately. ;)

Oh, let's see here. *pokes at box* Half a bushel of Nero Wolfe and Father Brown. Brendan Gill's book about 50 years at the New Yorker. Another copy of Lord Peter, which I apparently needed because it was a hardcover, and I suppose I could lend out the other. That book called Silver Nutmeg like my former LJ name, just because. Something on Rethinking the Museum--yay, museums. Roald Dahl, Switch Bitch. Both Angela's Ashes and 'Tis (there were like five copies of each, hee). Cause Celeb, an old British pre-Bridget Jones copy with an endorsement by Douglas Adams on the cover. The Hot Zone by Richard Preston, because clearly I need to be creeped out about hantavirus again. A book about the Media Lab at MIT, which my dad and my brother both started reading. And ... some other stuff. :D

My nose still amazingly lovely and clear, although oddly, I have the most splitting headache just now that doesn't seem to want to go away.