Reading Childhood's End threw me for a few different loops, from reacting to the book itself and thinking about science fiction in general, in particular that I've read way less of the genre than I thought I had. Hmm...I sense an exploration on the horizon. Perhaps far horizon. Reading takes *way* more time than watching movies.
Reg and I dropped off donations at VV yesterday and were looking at furniture and I had an instant reaction to this feeding chair. Is this the same one we had when we were REALLY young? It felt like it! And it's the colour I have been so attracted to for the last few years. Just had to share.