House empty: bliss. Post lunch somnia. (Is there such a word?) Siestas go with retirement like tea goes with cake. Houdini feline comat0se: dogs (both the beautiful wimp and the tiresome terrier) comatose. Beloved having retired to rest with 'Self-awareness in Humans and Animals' is likely to be comatose too, shortly. Granny who has to her sorrow finished Henderson the Rain King (it survived its violent contact with Beloved's head) now wonders, whither? A hard question after Saul Bellow. No unread detective stories in house alas, so some of Henry James rather shlockier (she hopes) short stories will have to do. At the very least, and with any luck, she will end up joining the sleepers. And it's sunny out there too. How unlike her own dear, dear London. Grannypxx