Personal

Friends in Sweden and Finland have sent pictures of the first snow, and I find myself perversely pleased that although the leaves have fallen, it still hasn't snowed here yet and it hovers around a balmy 8 degrees at mid-day. Perhaps we will have a mild winter...

Nonetheless, I find myself indoors most days - marking papers and preparing for the courses I teach in January. I haven't worked on my own research in a couple of weeks but it continues to swirl around in my dreams at night.

I've been listening to a lot of Cat Power and reading Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife - both of which seem to suit my moods of late quite perfectly.

The days seem both too long and too short.