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Decided not to have massage last week which was a huge mistake. Evidently without it, everything sulks and goes board-like. I had an appointmnt today but Tuesday morning had a weather advisory for Weds containing that direst of all words, freezing rain. Rebooked for tomorrow in 80 kmh wind gusts. This is what happens in early April. My optimistic intention to walk over to Bathurst subway and take transit to Spadina is not going to happen until at least mid-month.
Have read all but one Nero Wolfe which is on hold. The upside of a series is not having to decide what to read next, and I have no idea what I'll do once finished with Wolfe. I did try one other book, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels, and dropped it after five pages. Victorian ladies didn't answer their own doorbells. Why are modern writers so utterly oblivious to the historical existence of servants?
Have read all but one Nero Wolfe which is on hold. The upside of a series is not having to decide what to read next, and I have no idea what I'll do once finished with Wolfe. I did try one other book, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels, and dropped it after five pages. Victorian ladies didn't answer their own doorbells. Why are modern writers so utterly oblivious to the historical existence of servants?