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The usual curse of Wednesday
So yesterday started with rain which very soon turned to heavy snow which STUCK all day even after temps rose and rain returned. Lovely SND texted me did I want her to put my recycle out, and I texted back that I had nothing to go out thanks anyway, which was true as far as recycle went. I had enough nama gomi to justify putting out the green bin but I was pretty sure green bin was frozen shut and anyway, didn't want to put on boots to go out in the ick. Next week will be soon enough for that, and anyway there was also a wind warning for today which is an excellent way of losing one's bins.
Wind blew in warmth: from snow and 35 F yesterday to 20C/ 68F today, which may explain the ouchies all day and all of the night and all of today as well. At least I was spared the migraines that such extreme weather brings the susceptible. I did go out today because restaurants will grab any excuse to open patios if weather allows, and Pour Boy down Manning was no exception. Had chicken and vermicelli while a tableful of dudebro types drank beer and moaned about work. Will say they were pretty bearable for dudebros and got up and moved their chairs to make room for my walker in and out.
Finished Mexican Gothic which left a bad taste in the mouth. Much prefer Gods of Jade and Shadow. Finished also Amongst Our Weapons which is indeed better on a reread. But all I want is more of Peter's voice, so am now rereading Rivers of London. Should beaver on through The Art of Vanishing, by a sansei Canadian author, set in Japan in the 70s. It's for a possible reading club that apparently meets at Pauper's Pub, which is one reason I'm ambivalent about it. The other is that the author will be there, hence many opportunities for secondhand embarrassment. And am not sure I can carry on a conversation with a bunch of strangers these days, since I've got five years of feralness under my belt: and in fact I wasn't much good at it even beforehand. I was the one talking to the cat at parties.
Wind blew in warmth: from snow and 35 F yesterday to 20C/ 68F today, which may explain the ouchies all day and all of the night and all of today as well. At least I was spared the migraines that such extreme weather brings the susceptible. I did go out today because restaurants will grab any excuse to open patios if weather allows, and Pour Boy down Manning was no exception. Had chicken and vermicelli while a tableful of dudebro types drank beer and moaned about work. Will say they were pretty bearable for dudebros and got up and moved their chairs to make room for my walker in and out.
Finished Mexican Gothic which left a bad taste in the mouth. Much prefer Gods of Jade and Shadow. Finished also Amongst Our Weapons which is indeed better on a reread. But all I want is more of Peter's voice, so am now rereading Rivers of London. Should beaver on through The Art of Vanishing, by a sansei Canadian author, set in Japan in the 70s. It's for a possible reading club that apparently meets at Pauper's Pub, which is one reason I'm ambivalent about it. The other is that the author will be there, hence many opportunities for secondhand embarrassment. And am not sure I can carry on a conversation with a bunch of strangers these days, since I've got five years of feralness under my belt: and in fact I wasn't much good at it even beforehand. I was the one talking to the cat at parties.