Good men through the ages, trying to find the sun

My parents are away for the weekend, which is fine by me as I like the quiet and being able to leave lights on even when I'm in the living room. (My father blames any night he's unable to sleep on everything except his apnea.) The thing is they're visiting friends in Rhode Island, with one of the plans for the weekend taking a boat out. I do know my aunt said they were moving the sailing expedition from Friday to Sunday, although my mother said the sailing was never scheduled for Friday. My mother thinks there's been some leg-pulling in this regard.

My aunt in this regard is the rain goddess one, so the advance of the hurricane saw her getting so many jokes about ``isn't this just giving in to stereotype?'' (my version of it; others in the family have had less convoluted constructions) that she's ready to stop talking about it. I haven't heard of any catastrophe on their part and reports seem to be that the hurricane hasn't been as bad as feared for that corner of the world, so I assume that all is well and that they're satisfied with the workings of Providence's storm barriers.

Trivia: An editorial for the Galveston Tribune, asserting that the city was essentially safe against ``serious loss of life'' in case of a hurricane, thanks to the geography of the bay, was never printed due to flooding from the Hurricane of 1900. Source: Isaac's Storm: A Man, A Time, And The Deadliest Hurricane In History, Erik Larson.

Currently Reading: Killing Time, Della Van Hise. In this 1985 novel never ripped off by anyone or anything, time-travelling Romulan idiots kill key figures in the Federation's past, altering the Enterprise almost beyond recognition and scrambling the places and life-histories of all the Enterprise crew, most notably in changing James T Kirk from confident young super-competent command-track superstar into pathetic loser-body trouble-bait (who gets his Real History infodump through applied mind-melding) and putting an overwhelmed Spock in command while a vengeance-seeking Romulan from the original history seeks a Spock who, in this timeline, hasn't done anything objectionable anyway. What an imagination!

And, ooh, it's the first edition, with the least removal of slash stuff. I'd also forgotten the furry stuff. (One of the author's characters is a quadruped-passing-as-biped canine, and one of the author's regular-model human characters has a pretty heavy crush that plays into plot-convenient mind-melding stuff her species brings to the table.)