From the Gregolt and Previn files:

While making an initial foray into Pride and Prejudice I could not help but be drawn up short by a single sentence on the 2nd page.

“When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous.”

“Nervous” in this case is being used in the old sense, as in "suffering disorder of the nervous system.” In modern terms, a mental health problem.

Gosh, I sure don’t know anyone who fit that description. No sir.

Pyat rides the rails

Snow, snow, bloody snow.

The train drifted in the limbo between Burlington and Aldershot stations for 45 minutes, as "the switches" were cleared by hand, one at a time. I entertained myself by sending a series of saucy and florid text messages to velvetpage.

In the end, I got home 3 hours after I'd left the office, making 14 hour day out of the house. Grand! :)

My older sister (a nurse) had an interesting day of another kind, recently:

"...a lady came into the office asking for help to get her husband out her car since he was 'short of breath.' So myself and another nurse went to see and he was so short of breath he was actually dead."

Yikes.