(no subject)

I know intellectually that six days is not the longest I've spent indoors, but I notice that even the knee replacement four years ago only kept me in for seven. Oh dear.

Dreamed of having to leave my dream!house at night to consult a professor? police detective? some kind of expert? because there was an unwrapped mummy!!! under my bed eww yuck. He sent his minions in and discovered that there were actually four of the things so I couldn't go home till they'd been disposed of. Turned on my other side and dreamed of going to what passed for the daycare to see my old friend L who was still business co-ord, but problems kept cropping up and she couldn't get away. So I wandered into the Infant section where my old coworker S was changing a baby. Neither L nor S have been at the DC since the turn of the millennium, or possibly before-- unreliable memory says both left in 1999-- but that baby I remember well. He had no off switch when it came to food and we always had to cut him off after three large bowls, to his extreme displeasure. His umm leavings were in proportion to his intake, which was bad enough when he was still in diapers but disastrous when it came to toilet training. Ah yes, I remember B well.

Woke in cold and started downstairs to see if it was just the thermostat set to moderate or if the vent had somehow got blocked. Furnace came on as I was still descending, but since I was there I steeled myself to check what damage holiday indulgence had wrought. A kilo, which could be much worse, but eventually I must stop drinking Black Russians and start drinking more water. And moving more somehow.

Anyway, went up to Loblaws for pharmaceuticals. No sane person shops on New Year's Eve but it wasn't that bad. Of course there were fields of ridged ice at several street corners and driveways, but that's winter in this here burg. Snow and snowflurries expected all week but will eventually get that book back to the library. And my backup lenses from the Extremely Expensive But Reliable company arrived in good order, so I now have eight weeks' worth, by which time maybe my preferred company will at last get the two boxes of 90 each that I ordered out to me. Knew I shouldn't have ordered two boxes-- absolutely tempting fate-- but I'm tired of having to a) order a month in advance every two months and b) wait on tenterhooks to see if c) they have them in stock or d) if they're on backorder and if so, e) will there be a postal strike that prevents them getting to me? This got old years ago.

Reading-wise, finished Silverlock. Mr. Google cannot in fact tell who everyone is, even though there's a webpage that has some annotations.
http://anitra.net/commonwealth/refindex.html

Summing up

Just FTR, what did I read in 2025? Well, among miscellaneous others:

Finished Patricia Wentworth's oeuvre in the winter, George Bellairs' Inspector Littlejohn in the spring and summer, Charles Finch's Charles Lenox in the summer and fall, all of Miles Burton's Desmond Merion I could get a hold of in the fall, and John Rhode's Dr. Priestley ever since.

Reread almost all Rivers of London in the winter, and reread a buncha Vlad Taltos plus Paarfi plus his Monte Cristo hommage plus Brokedown Palace ditto. Reread Garner's first two, four Austens and two of DWJ's Howl books. Thumping big books were Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Terra Nostra, Ada Palmer's Inventing the Renaissance, Varraclough's Embers of the Hands, Selected Letters of Horace Walpole in the Yale edition (much better than the Everyman), and Nancy Mitford's Madame de Pompadour. This is a better nonfiction score than most years, especially if you add that still unfinished bio of da Vinci. Whom I still have confused with Leonard of Quirm, needing to remind myself that no, da Vinci was not totally uninterested in the practical use of his inventions.

Comfort rereads were the three best of Pratchett's five Witches books and all but the last Murderbot books, read and reread until I finally had a vague idea of how the action takes place in these space stations. Since I have four of these only in ebook, it's been hard parsing what's going on anyway, but I think I'm on top of it now. I went to Kobo from Kindle and am reasonably content with it.

Personally, money went on many many dentist appointments, a new toilet, and an upright walker. Started listening to opera on Saturdays and radio after, finally began downsizing my manga and doujinshi collection. Major snow in the winter and two elections, and I suppose it would have made no difference if Ford had postponed the provincial one until after the federal, because Fed Liberal invariably means Prov Con. Having the election in February was still a dick move. Smoke all summer, the new normal. My two favourite restaurants both closed and are desperately missed. There's also this little boycott thing going on since the inauguration. I have only ordered one thing from amazon.ca in that time and only because I couldn't get it anywhere else. Having comprised my principles to do it, I had better start making use of it, and I will post if I do.