I had a lovely Pho lunch with fairestcat, after climbing over the construction on Somerset. We went to Perfect Books, where we were faced with a great deal of temptation - including Steven Pinker's latest book, and a novel about Sparta.
Then I went home and watched four episodes straight of The Good Wife, loving every moment. And I slept.
No new episode of Fringe tonight, but since I seem to need infinite sleep, that isn't really a bad thing.