Sneaky.

[mrissa]

It is physically very difficult to eye one's own brain suspiciously. I think judiciously placed mirrors are in order.

I don't really see an alternate course of action than to eye my brain suspiciously, however, when there is already swashing and buckling in this book and then I am writing along and find myself blithely describing one of the foreign ambassadors as a "grey-blonde woman of middle years, who could have been Yaritte's double if they dressed carefully." Yaritte is the main character.

All right, brain! What are you up to in there?