Mh, yes, a warm September. Have been getting by with fans because my house holds the cold from the weekend but may have recourse to the window AC tonight.

Loose-ended for something to read, I grabbed a Simenon mystery last time I was at the library. It took longer to read than I'd expected, given its shortness and the fact that I can read a Ferrars of twice its length in an afternoon. Well, so, I picked up another two today. If I can get into Maigret there's enough of him to keep me going, but if we're constantly getting remarks about women's figures,  no. If I want that kind of oogey, there are more than enough English Inspectors to provide it-- Banks, Dalziel, others I have blotted from memory.

Tried a Stephen Saylor. Was not impressed. Quit about five pages in.