Frank's biography of Dostoyevsky must weigh several pounds but I love it. Reading at night with two cats, one on each side of my head like furry purring earphones.

Must order House Of The Dead, regarding his five years in prison camp. I can't get enough of Russian/Soviet history, what's wrong with me? So grim so fascinating. The 'totalitarian high baroque sleaze' as was said of Montefiori's Court of the Red Tsar.

A friend reader of my new mss. points out that I consistently overuse the compound past, gerunds, and passive voice.

Somebody stop me! Before I gerund again.

Four inches of lovely rain washed all the Hill Country of its dust, a thin sliver of moon in a clear sky tonight. Now, Pepperidge Farm milanos and Dostoyevsky.