Long week, long day, but it ended well.

Actually, today wasn't that long, really. Work definitely stretched a bit but everything got done in the end. I only felt frantic until the last piece that wasn't in my control was done. Once it was turned over to me, it was a familiar pattern that really almost never can fall apart and I just had to execute it - and I knew it might run late but couldn't run very late, and so it did but not very.

Came home meaning to roleplay, and instead picked up Anne Bishop's The House of Gaian (third in the Tir Alainn trilogy which starts with The Pillars of the World) and finished reading it. Good series, good book. I'm very, very pleased with it. But oh how sorry I am that it ended, also.

There are no more books for me to read by her, right now. Dreams Made Flesh is due out in January of next year. Not in the world of the Tir Alainn trilogy but in the world of the Black Jewels trilogy, four more stories. I want, though really I want to see more of the world of Tir Alainn even more. I shall have to content myself with other stories, until those stories come around.