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These fragments I have shored against my ruin
Was going to make hamburger stroganoff but by the time I'd sweated the onions, added the ginger and mushrooms, thawed and chopped and added the frozen veg and broccoli, I wasn't up for cooking noodles. So I just had a good semi-keto bowl with a dollop of Greek yoghurt. And very good it was, though low carb always leaves me feeling hungry.
My 200 buck bribe came in the mail and my gas bill came in e-mail, and the equivalent of the former was spent on the latter. Actual bill was for less than that but one needs to have a surplus on account because next bill is an estimation month, not a meter reading one. I used twice as much heat in January '25 as in '24, but it's been twice as cold and looking to stay that way.
Some day I'll get my organics out but the green bin is frozen shut at the moment. Tomorrow is supposed to get above freezing but unless the pickup is in the afternoon it may have to wait till next week.
Books finished?
Night Watch. Popularly considered Pratchett's best, but not really a favourite of mine. Prefer Thud or Feet of Clay, or even Making Money.
A couple of Miss Silvers: The Chinese Shawl and Miss Silver Deals with Death. A Lorac: Death of an Author. A skimmed Golden Age, Charles Kingston's Murder in Piccadilly, which dragged.
Reading now?
Another Martin Edwards compiled selection of short stories, Continental Crimes, and yet another Miss Silver.
Next up?
Who knows. Probably more mindless detective novels.
My 200 buck bribe came in the mail and my gas bill came in e-mail, and the equivalent of the former was spent on the latter. Actual bill was for less than that but one needs to have a surplus on account because next bill is an estimation month, not a meter reading one. I used twice as much heat in January '25 as in '24, but it's been twice as cold and looking to stay that way.
Some day I'll get my organics out but the green bin is frozen shut at the moment. Tomorrow is supposed to get above freezing but unless the pickup is in the afternoon it may have to wait till next week.
Books finished?
Night Watch. Popularly considered Pratchett's best, but not really a favourite of mine. Prefer Thud or Feet of Clay, or even Making Money.
A couple of Miss Silvers: The Chinese Shawl and Miss Silver Deals with Death. A Lorac: Death of an Author. A skimmed Golden Age, Charles Kingston's Murder in Piccadilly, which dragged.
Reading now?
Another Martin Edwards compiled selection of short stories, Continental Crimes, and yet another Miss Silver.
Next up?
Who knows. Probably more mindless detective novels.
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It was rather good, to the extent that I had to stop myself from having another heaping bowl. Fat should fill one up but somehow... doesn't.
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Ahh, marvellous! Take that, amazon! Thank you very very much.
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They have quite a lot of good stuff on there - and as it’s Canadian copyright, it’s only 50 years back rather than 70. (I’ve found it rather useful for some classic school stories, among other things. They also have a complete run of Judge Dee…)
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Definitely a happy hunting ground. Just what this snowy winter requires. Thank you again.
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Oh, and I was going to say something about your parcel apparently going AWOL somewhere en route, but forgot to. And then it showed up in today's mail, most fortuitously. Thank you very much. I don't recall that particular Mrs. Bradley; possibly I haven't even read it, which would be nice.
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Seasonal backlog and strike backlog made slowness a certainty.
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Exactly. You know the conventions, you know the plot will lead to a conclusion, but you don't know what the conclusion is. Always the same in some ways but always different. Unless the writer is one of the 'the murderer is always the pleasant young man' types (Ellis Peters,I am looking at you). I hear Miss Silver turns into that but so far she hasn't.