|07:53 pm - The hounds of spring just got bitten by the wolf of winter|
Forecast last night: 'snow mixed with rain beginning late afternoon.' Quandary: boots or shoes? Bike or transit? Solve in best possible fashion by wearing shoes and riding bike and carrying boots in pannier. (There's a further complication having to do with shoes off in baby room but shoes on everywhere else. Boots in that case are a double nuisance.) And it snowed going home, spiteful stinging little darts, but I survived my three hours and may sleep till noon tomorrow.
Skimmed last half of Gilded Cage which might have been interesting if not YA filled with girls who have no man sense.
Still with A Distant Mirror, still the only thing I care to read. I am becoming the kind of person who thinks they're doing well to finish ten books a year.
The Wells and the McKinley do not appeal at all, nor does The Green Man.
Must be the season of the witch. Maybe something Buddhist?