Craft: did not deal with the munged joint, have instead moved the lap quilt and necessary supplies so I can start sewing the back of the binding. Discovered that despite carefully redoing the corners, I did indeed stuff them up. So, there is going to be some unpicking in my future. I have no idea how I'm going to deal if it turns out I didn't actually fold enough under (what I did manage to do was sew bits down that shouldn't have been, so I can't actually turn the corners). Have also done two rows on the 'easy' craft project, which is knitting for kitties. The goal is to use up the red and green yarn I pulled out previously (roughly half and quarter of a ball) and then reconsider.

Books: made progress on Witch King. Continue to struggle with the jumping back and forth in the timeline, even though I understand exactly why it is doing it in terms of narrative and echoing themes, etc. I just keep falling out of the story and having to work out who is who every chapter.

Picked up, and then finished (3.25 hours) an ebook that I'd put on hold that came in some time in the last week. I suspect this one came from a recommendation list that I went 'oh, well, a few of those look interesting', because this was somewhat outside my usual. But it was Australian written YA SFF. Ish. I don't think it read as YA, and some of the other reviews I looked at flagged that the teenagers weren't convincing (I'm not sure that they were convincing humans). And the SFF is definitely there, but it comes with near future apocalypse, a nasty pandemic, and a whole heap of other nastiness. The book is The End of the World Is Bigger than Love (Davina Bell) and I've given it 2.5 / 5 for having been really good up to a point and then just throwing that away for a telegraphed dodgy ending. In my review elsewhere, I've likened reading it to my memories of reading Barefoot in the Head and the half of One Hundred Years of Solitude I made it through.