Who knew that getting a full night's sleep would make it so hard to be moderately coherent the next morning? I'm just about finished with The Confusion (70 pgs or so left). I'm going to be in major Baroque Cycle withdrawal until September when the next (and last) one comes out. I guess I can start on one of the many, many book that have been piling up while I've been reading the Stephenson stuff. There's Gulag if I feel like something light and airy. Also, I could get to Doomed Bourgeois in Love: Essays on the Films of Whit Stillman which my mother was kind enough to send me (thanks Amazon wishlist!). Really, though, I think Neil Stephenson might just pull me right back in with Cryptonomicon which I never read for some inexplicable reason.