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Doctor's visit today.  I really blew off January as far as doing what I needed to diabeticaly and diet-wise.  Back on track in the past couple of weeks.  Test numbers weren't great, but certainly better than I had been dreading.

Dropped my banjo off at the guitar maker shop recommended by robin_june  and braider   It was with a pang I left Burton at the shop, but I believe in good hands.  The gentleman checking it in said the proprietor had a tenor banjo just like it.  He said it would probably be looked at first thing tomorrow morning, as the luthier "saves" special vintage instruments for first thing as a treat, and to make certain of a long stretch of time to which his attention can be devoted.

Having a bit of time, I stopped by a Barnes and Nobles on the way to the doctor's, in order to pick up the latest Mary Gentry book.  In the SF section, I found A Local Habitation, by Seanan McGuire!  It's not officially due out for another week or so, so I was really excited to see it. 
 

While I was admiring it on the shelf with satisfaction, a random dude (Older than college, younger than me, but cute in a geek gamer way) came up to me in the store and told me that the elves in this book were "for the sh*t," and were written the way they ought to be, "truly terrible."  I looked at him oddly, and he said that elves weren't supposed to be sparkly and cute, but dangerous and terrible, and the author really got it right. 

He looked happy that I picked it up, and pushed for me to get the first one, which I was able to tell him I already owned.  I told him that if he wanted to meet the author herself, he should come to Marcon this Memorial Day here in Columbus.  I did not do the one-upmanship game of claiming to know the author, outwardly at least.

I've started reading it, and already like it bunches.  Off to finish it, because I don't like putting it down.