Weird Tales

I actually went back to bed for half an hour this morning after the family had gone out (Tom didn't have to go into school today so he'd yet to surface, naturally) to finish the new Stephen King, which starts off gently but ends in a pleasingly grand-guignol, Lovecraftian manner (he doesn't actually use the word 'eldritch' but I think 'cyclopean' might make and appearance.) It is due back at the Library, unlike the biography of Mr. L., which hasn't actually been borrowed since 2008... The book on the bottom of the pile is the Haynes 'Bee Manual' - Beck and I are off to a beekeeping course this evening (I know, rock and roll, right...?) and I have to read the first two chapters beforehand as my homework...