First, there was birdsong. The light changed. There was even a big thaw. Today, we have… big fat snow flurries? Sigh. Ontario winters get me every time.
The only reasonable thing to do at this point is make another massive curry (I can’t recommend this one highly enough) and crack open a fat book. Nick started David Mitchell’s The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet last night, and I embarked (it really does feel like an embarcation, in the best possible way) on Judith Flanders‘s Consuming Passions: Leisure and Pleasure in Victorian Britain. It starts well. Book report to follow.
How are you? Is it spring, where you are? And if so, could you please take a deep breath and blow a little zephyr this way?