2. Gloriana's eponymous protagonist yearns desperately for 'fulfillment' (meaning in general, orgasm.) I yearn as desperately for a fulfilling book, and am not finding it. Someone at work said they want to retire and spend their time reading. Said someone is a happy soul, and might very well feel rewarded by anything she might read. I am not a happy soul and grimly continue my plod through Master Skylark, one of those seemingly-short small print books that reads like walking though mud.
Largely because our kidnapped songbird and his mendacious captor recap Bohemian Rhapsody endlessly:
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never, never let you go
3. I would assume there was something wrong with my scale, or its battery, that thinks I can put on and take off more than a kilo in a day, were it not for my boots that will go from loose and slidy and requiring insoles, to perfectly comfortable just as they are, to tight and pinchy even with thin socks, all in the course of 24 hours. Water weight is a major PITA.
4. Gampo Abbey is the Buddhist monastery in Nova Scotia headed up by Pema Chodron. They were fund-raising for new vestments last year so I sent them a modest donation. Friday there's an envelope from them in the mail- stamped with a stamp, not the bulk rate everyone else uses. Receipt, I wonder? Appeal for more funds? Why not just send me an email? Well, because it's a new year's card, with a photo of a sock monkey nestled in the Buddha's lap and (on the back) the note '"Bob" the monkey has lived at Gampo Abbey for six years!' Which I find charming.