Snoozeday

Dim and foggy at first, then showery and gray; made for sleeping late. Just the usual walking and such, errands, things to acquire, and lists to tick away.
Got into an odd little novel by Angela Carter, Shadow Dance, her very first published; sort of histrionic, but the signs of wonderful writing potential are there, glimmering amongst the overwrought bits. Next one is another early one of hers, The Passion of New Eve, which kind of fits in the transgressive category, about sexual deviance, transgendering, and other thrills. Carter was ahead of her time.