I need a shoulder/neck massage more than I have ever needed anything in my life. Ow. Alternatively, to work out where in hell my tennis balls are, because how can I work knots out of my own shoulders without tennis balls to lie on? Grr, argh.

Reading Dragon Keeper is really weird. Hobb's improved again, for one thing. Greft is like a cleverer, more controlled version of my stepfather. Rapskal is ADORABLE DKFJHDS but you all knew I was going to say that. All of the characters are really fascinating and brilliantly assembled, and they are all unlikeable in some way. As in, Rapskal is probably the only person I would even try to associate with IRL. Everyone is selfish in different ways, and it's... it's really good. I just feel like this has all been a lead-up book.

Also, alleyne, Sessurea is totally the big placid blue dragon whose name I cannot remember because it's come up all of once, but also started with an 's'.

Loads to do today, but I'm going to wallow in the sadness of my spine a little longer before I actually start. By which I mean 'limber the fuck up for a day of sitting'.