Am at Lilian's place, have eaten, fed cats, checked email, read web and caught up on miscellaneous teny tasks that needed to be done. Finances are more organised, unnecessary direct debits are cancelled, 3G phone investigated (I'd been putting off getting my knackered phone replaced because I wanted a new one, but the Nokia 6630 is out of stock so I've organised a swap-out as a temporary measure) and now my hands are poised over the keyboard while my brain wanders idly in numerous non-useful directions.
I'm currently trying to decide whether to write something about the infinite use of the word 'why' as a philosophical tool, or whether to go for a dissection of "genre" instead.