here in Oxford at any rate, but now it's September. Which for me is autumn. Don't ask me, it's just the name of the month. August = summer, September = autumn. I still haven't got away for a break for two years, and I'm going to do my damnedest to get off for a bit in a month or so. Purely for a change of scene. And anyway, this summer has been a little short on music for me. Long on many things, not least of them reading some good books and getting into some new listening, but I haven't been doing many gigs at all. Fewer than is conducive to good musical and mental health, really. And I'm still deeply niggled by my sloths-pace public works program: Still no heating overhaul, for mortal terror of the cost as much as anything. It's a weird time of year, especially for those of us who like the light and the good weather.

I really must get some bloody furniture.

And I haven't written anything here about software in living memory. Time I did. I've certainly come across a lot of good free stuff recently, so there's something I might share.

Cold's nearly gone.