I spent yesterday reading, as I haven't done in awhile. Woke up, finished Neal Stephenson's Quicksilver, then read The Golden Compass straight through, and when I was done with that I went and got some coffee, came home, and read Original Meanings, a book about the framing- or, more precisely, the frame- of the Constitution.

By the end of the day I was glad to have gotten so much reading done, but now I regret that I've gotten through the first books of two different and very absorbing trilogies. The Confusion comes out this week; after that I'll have to wait six months for The System of the World. (I can't recommend these books to others; Quicksilver so closely matches my own private obsessions- Enlightenment scientists, early modern politics, fisting- that anyone else would probably consider it boring, and I wouldn't blame them.)

I may be moving out of my toaster oven- sorry, trailer- at the end of the month. The problem is, the people who want me to move into their place are not sure whether I'll be able to stay past August. On the bright side, it'd be even cheaper than where I'm living now, at $225/month.

In a few minutes I'm heading to the Aunt and Uncle's place for Easter ceremonies.

One thing is for certain: by the end of the day, I will have had to bite my tongue.