Unusually a cool grey wet day, with puffy breezes and civil showers that still don't wet the ground under the trees. It feels like another year. I could be curled up reading the latest Gladstone, except I'd forgotten how foreboding Gladstone is. I want something cheerful right now, like The Armor of Light, but will probably just go back to Cellini getting religion in prison. Which would make a cat laugh except *he* believed it.
I'd feel less scratchy if my body would stop dropping a kilo plus of water weight so my clothes fit comfortably, and then putting it all back on plus overnight so they don't.
Bought a crockpot yesterday. Will make crock in it once the weather turns properly cool, not the present hot&dry / cool&humid / fans at all times Toronto summer.
