Book review: The Years of Rice and Salt, by Kim Stanley Robinson

Today I have to attend an online class thingy at work which runs from 3PM to 5PM, so had to change my schedule for that. I thought that would mean I could sleep in, but with anxiety dreams, my guts acting up (which might be connected), being too hot under the winter quilt, and 'the kids' traipsing around the house, that last hour was not all that good. Not very effective sleep. So, book review time! I found this book my friend lent me completely fascinating and could do little else but read it for about two weeks. And now I sort of feel as if there's a hole in my life. You know that letdown after you finish a consuming book and it's not there for you anymore? I don't need the question mark on the end of that sentence, I know you know it.

(  The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson )

Okay, then, probably time for me to start getting ready for work. :) We got that last stupid mega-push of a class cleaned up, got back to the yearly testing, and now we have another small presentation we've going to have to do for everyone, which is annoying to me because it's not a training. It's literally telling people how to do their jobs, even down to where they can stand, which I feel is in no way our alley.