Perforated

I am weary. It has been along day of longer questions, I faced no domestic duties like the fear-choked IED of a toiltet last night. I read 35 pages today and thoroughly enjoyed a likely turning of corner, Stravogin alerts his peers (and the reader) that their cover has been blown and it is question of time before liquidation is prosecuted, either by the gendermes or the nihilists: its all moot.

I have finished our taxes after nearly finishing them a week back. I was going to view Ugetsu and read ther est of the Believer but i think I'll allow my thoughts, shredding like sodden newsprint, to suffer asleep. Finishing touches on the Cincy trip tomorrow.