I have a stack of books I should be reading for review, but, like the folks in the order fulfillment of a mailorder company when their product turns out to be unexpectedly popular, I am out of stock on energy.

So, I haven’t read Commander Pants’ novel yet, and I’m woefully behind on everything, and while I WANT nothing more than an evening, if not a weekend, of bubble baths, books, and – well, just bubble baths and books, actually, that isn’t likely to happen until, um…2011, I think.

Le sigh.

It’s after 1. I have to be up at eight. More book talk later. Promise.