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Weather here is warm but pleasant. Went out to library, to Ninetails coffee shop with its beautiful androgynous Japanese baristas, and the new banh mi place at the end of the street. Was trotting home with my banh mi when I espy Josie from up the street standing with two rollators at the house cattycorner from me. One rollator was her own and the other was a freebie and she was debating how to get it back home. And since I'm semi-mobile, maybe, at times, I offered to take it over to my place and come back. Which did, but by that time Josie had also acquired a silver tray and some china odds and ends. She doesn't have a basket on her walker and I do, so shou ga nai, I ended up taking her finds up to her place, walking back to my place, taking her rollator up to her place, and walking back. She has a ramp to her front porch so I didn't have to do steps but the ramp (built by her sons) is unnervingly bouncy and I'm still not steady on my feet when in shoes, which is depressing. Did however score a Psmith book from the clean-out. I gather someone's surviving parent died and daughter was emptying the house of stuff no one wanted, like school texts of Shakespearian plays.

Finished Half a Soul, first of Atwater's regency fairytale. Enjoyed it but the author and her editor (if any) has no notion of the difference between will and shall. I know usage may differ by region (in Scotland at least) and by person for sure, and I'd have to think to tell you what the rules are: but my ear says that Atwater gets it wrong and it's like fingernails on the blackboard.