Since it's too dark to knit in the van anymore and there is no convenient way to set up a light on knitting, I am back to reading on the van (as the book lights DO work for books). I finished the Valdemar anthology (M. Lackey used the phrase 'a myriad of' and I nearly threw a temper tantrum. The woman really should know better. I KNOW the supposed editor didn't take more than a passing glance at the whole book, though, considering the other errors I saw. It's an ADJECTIVE, darn it. Even as a noun it means 'ten thousand' and you don't say 'a ten thousand of', now do you?)
*ahem* Sorry 'bout that.
Moving on now. Reading a Regency Romance. No idea why I like those so much, but I do. Reading the blurb on the back makes me think 'blah, blah, blah' complete with hand movement, but this author has impressed me in the past with her ability to make the formulaic refreshing, so I am ignoring my reaction to the blurb. I'm only on chapter three, so it's a little early for an opinion, but I am currently enjoying it.
Oh, yeah. And it's snowing. Wee.