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My occasional trips to Sushi on Bloor usually happen on Thursdays because I generally have physio on Wednesday. But my appointments have been on Tuesday lately for reasons I forget-- probably because everyone wants mid-Wednesday slots-- so I decided to eat out today. On the days they open at noon ie Weds-Sunday, 3:30 will get you the down time and a half empty restaurant, though not on weekends. Whether it's because Wednesday or whether it's because March break, the place was as packed as Christmas and for the same reason: parties of six or eight people celebrating who knows what. And no, no kids that I could see. It was a brief wait in any case, and I got my bento in short order. But my usual Thursday server wasn't there and I had to manage the doors myself. OTOH the waiter looked to be at least in his 50s, meaning possibly my age in reality, so I can't complain. Rather like the server at Le Paradis who, for all her energetic bustling, looked to be in her 70s. 'Why is she still working?' my s-i-l wondered. Well, times are hard, maybe someone called in sick, maybe she just wants to. I'd still be working if I was able-bodied,  for sure.

Seems I finished nothing this week except a couple if Dr Priestleys and that Agatha Christie on the weekend. Watched a lot of Tiktok videos, I guess. Finally made some progress with The Shadow of the Wind, a dead tree for late evening reads when I must be off the tablet. I am always subconsciously prepared for male Spanish writers to be unsatisfactory in their attitudes to women, especially Latin American writers. We shall see if this applies to writers from the motherland. After all, Don Quixote has a female character who simply can't be having with all these men projecting their romantic desires onto her, which I think very enlightened of Cervantes.