Late to bed and early to rise
Went to bed a little after 1 a.m., had trouble getting to sleep. Probably fell asleep around 2. Was awakened promptly at 6:30 by loud motorcycle revving its engine twenty feet from my bedroom window. Grr. Couldn't get back to sleep; eventually decided to give up. Finished re-reading "The Last of the Winnebagos," which I'd intentionally saved for last in Impossible Things 'cause I knew I liked it. Still good.
I like many of C.W.'s darker and more serious stories quite a bit. But since I'm in a kind of grumpy mood this morning, I'll note that I'm not a big fan of her other two biggest categories of stories: her screwball comedies and her anti-PC satires. Judging by the introductions to the stories in this collection, one of the worst sins in her worldview is (or at least was when she was writing these, ten to fifteen years ago) to be "humorless." People who are bothered by use of gender-specific terms in genderless contexts are "humorless," as are people who are offended by anything, as are people who espouse various worldviews and attitudes that go against common sense. Unfortunately for me, I'm in several of her "humorless" categories, which makes it hard for me to appreciate the barbs in these stories.
I think part of it for me is that I've just seen too many bureaucracy-gone-awry stories and too many if-this-goes-on social-trend-taken-to-extreme stories over the years, and they all start to blur together. Yes, I understand that (for example) the Literary Canon contains many Great Works of Literature that include bits that are offensive to modern sensibilities, and that if all offensive things are outlawed then that will include Great Literature; I don't need to see another story about it.
Then again, it may just be that my sense of humor doesn't match a lot of people's. I've noted to Susan and Chris on more than one occasion that I must have had my sense of humor surgically removed at some point; there are a fair number of submissions that they find funny but that do nothing at all for me. And hell, I didn't find Bringing Up Baby remotely funny (except the bit with Cary Grant explaining why he's dressed in a flouncy bathrobe—"I was just feeling . . . gay today!" with (iIrc) a great little queeny hand-flourish (and I'm still skeptical about that being an intentional double entendre, given that I gather the use of "gay" to mean "homosexual" didn't otherwise surface 'til the late '60s, ten years later, but I could be wrong)—which is funny for reasons external to the movie), so it's not really a surprise that I don't enjoy C.W.'s screwball comedies. (There are screwball comedies that I adore, but they're mostly His Girl Friday, which isn't exactly the center of the genre.)
Still too unfocused to edit. I think I'll try going to work.