Bought a new lime green Indian cotton dress, cool and bright. Investigated, alas, the new maron place up on Dupont. Their marons are very fresh and at least as good as the place on Harbord's (also as expensive), but not really my thing. But their iced cookies are the taste of my childhood, and I must avoid them like the plague.
Finished The Ladies of Grace Adieu, have almost finished 100 Demons which I've been rationing. ('Christmas comes but once a year.') Alas again, the last story is the one that, so far, makes no sense at all. Remains Max Gladstone, which I drag my feet on, because Temoc (*and* the book he first appears in) are my least favourite of the series. So far, must say, nothing has lived up to the pleasures of the first volume.