Seriously, this rain has been getting on my ass. The one day it didn't rain, we had 40 mph winds. Today, it finally cleared, and there's a chance tomorrow will actually be sunny. (Again, I've lived in a far worse place, sun-wise, but I moved away.
Been reading "Her Husband," an interesting enough story of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath. Tends to drive home the same points over and over (and over), but it's pretty good. I was unaware that Ted's mistress, the women for whom he left Sylvia and with whom he later had a daughter, also killed herself. Same method. Took the daughter with her. That's something to have to carry the rest of your life. It's also interesting to read about the reality of Sylvia Plath, rather than the feminist icon that was fed to us way back when. For instance: very domestic, very into cooking and homemaking, very much wanted children. That was very much against the given truths of feminism in the '70s, so it was definitely not part of the discussion of who she was. Also missing was her aggressive sexuality, though it appears that really only emerged with the later publication of things that had been held back. So, as I said, interesting.
For my other reading, I'm working on understanding cascading style sheets. I think I finally get it. But you'll see no evidence of that here, yet. Yet.
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