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Today's highlight from my flist: damned fine rant by anghara on the subject of literary snobbery regarding fantasy. What she said, with bells on.

Trawled my way through a large chunk of catching up on paperwork yesterday. This morning was combined cat-vacuuming and writing up notes for alg which I finished and sent off about half an hour ago. At this point what I should really do is go for a nice walk, ideally to post off the signed cover art print to the winner from the Romance Junkies competition on Delurk Day, but it is raining, and has been all day. I have already emailed the book, so it's not as if the prize is going englected, and I am not *quite* feeling the lack of exercise enough to walk fifteen minutes each way in weather that is doing its very best to remind me of home.

Failing that what I should really do is some work, either tackling short story subs or getting some words down on disk, but I feel sufficiently fuzzy that it would probably not be cat-vacuuming to go and do some housework. I need the exercise. Pity there isn't actually a lot of housework that needs doing right now.