There is hot water. I wonder how many books I can read before the bathwater gets too cold and deep to reheat?
An unexpected side-effect of the agent research is the adding-to of my TBR pile. I've just finished Black Ships, by Jo Graham, a retelling of the Aeneid, which I'd read an excerpt from on the Orbit Books site some time back (I'm subscribed to the Orbit newsletter, as well as to Tor.com).
Black Ships is very very good. The setting is strongly evoked, the characters are thoroughly imagined, and the story is gripping. Graham uses fairly modern language, which I didn't mind, and only a few times did I feel the language carried attitudes that didn't fit (to my mind) with the society of the time. (The use of 'You think?' on one occasion).
Midnight Never Come, by Marie Brennan, is next up, and The Cup of the World by John Dickinson (Peter Dickinson's son! okay, that was geeky of me, but still) if it arrives in time.
There is hot water. I've forgotten too much Latin to think of the equivalent of Facta est Lux for water (hot, for purposes of bathing). Facta est aqua?