I went out to lunch on Friday.
No, seriously, this is an EVENT. My life is comprised of 99% scarfing some unholy cafeteria-spawned abomination at my desk, or just skipping entirely, and once every business quarter or so going out to some big Deaprtment Group Teambuilding Lunch type thing for someone's birthday. Me? Going and getting food? By myself? And getting to relax? And not running errands or waiting at the post office or some other businessy thing? I think that last happened sometime in 1998.
So anyway, I hit the bookstore, and GASP! There's a new Thursday Next novel out! I can only be half-blamed for not knowing this, really, since the last one was pretty determinedly touted as THE END OF THE SERIES, so this was a very pleasant surprise. I grab it and read as much as I can before being yanked bodily back into the regular workday/comic/merch/family/arrgh routine.
This afternoon I got a chance to actually soak in the tub, so I grabbed the book and hopped to. "Oh hey," I notice idly, "This one has illustrations! Awesome! Actually, that drawing style looks REALLY familiar. I mean REALLY. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was quirkybird..."
*flips to title/info page*
*much hysterical splashing and shrieking in joy ensues*
So yeah. I've been doubly-delighted this weekend by my own sheer ignorance. I'll be properly ashamed of myself once I stop being so darn happy.