And I will say, the clerk there was friendly and efficient and my parcel got off for under$10. But I was feeling ill-used and the day was sunny and unseasonably warm so I threw caution to the wind and went to my local eatery of the last forty years (seriously, where did that extra decade come from?) and sat on their distanced patio and had a Cosmopolitan *and* a glass of wine *and* their Eggs Dilemma, which are meatless Eggs Benny with dill in the hollandaise and to die for, *and* a crême bruleé cheesecake to follow. How little did I appreciate these things in the long ago days when I did them every week or ten days, and how nice it was to do it again for probably the last time in a long time, because winter is coming and restaurants aren't allowed inside seating. To say nothing of blood sugars, cholesterol, and surgery.
But since I was in my old stomping grounds, I went to BMV books to see if they had Hazel Holts, which they didn't, but did have an Ellery Queen double book, half of which I read last night while marvelling at how fast and loose EQ plays with police procedure, and *not* doing any of my regular routines- no exercise bike or kanji or therabands (which seem to annoy the elbows rather a lot.) Pure self-indulgence, and very nice oo.
