Yeah! We finished shearing yesterday! That's a relief. No more shearing until next spring (not counting crutching), and then we'll even have fewer victims, because Val will be gone and Tag, his replacement, is a hair sheep. Shedding, not shearing. Sweet.

Further good news: the library finally has Wintersmith, the third book by Terry Pratchett about Tiffany Aching and the Nac Mac Feegles (see The Wee Free Men and A Hat Full of Sky). Peter is reading the second one presently, and Mom should bring the third home tonight. With any luck I'll have finished it before we get to the library tomorrow. I'm thinking more Josephine Tey (I reread The Singing Sands last night) and possibly some Dorothy Gilman (as in Mrs. Pollifax).

I'm on One Piece Episode 27. There's some lovely trash talking in here.Luffy's very good at that, and he does it in such a way that sometimes we're not sure whether he means to make 'em mad or not. Anyway, 28 should have loaded by now, so I'm off.