But rummaging through said linen closet the other day I found something at the bottom of the pile- something smooth and soft and seductive. It was a pink woolen blanket, a rare single, of which I have no memory at all: but ahh, is it warm! I'm using it instead of the feather duvet- which is still too heavy for my twinging knees when I try to turn over. And this is why I never throw anything out.
Cherries blooming mightily down by Robots Library, though yes, several trees are dead or dying. Flocks of Asians out with cameras, and a very little girl in a red kimono with a red parasol being photographed by mother and older bro. Who were speaking Chinese to each other, but oh well. My cherries are peeping out here and there while the plums and the cherries across the way still hang on, aided by cold and lack of wind, which makes the view out the study window very white indeed. This has been your sakura update for the day.
Finished?
An Event in Autumn, short fast mystery by Henning Mankell, proving that Swedish police are different from our police, or at least, fictional Swedish police are different from fictional English-speaking police. Must take this back to the library soon, because I keep misplacing the slender volume and thinking I've lost it for good.
Reading now?
Not much closer to finishing House of Binding Thorns, even with two days off work. Occasionally dipping into The Wandering Scholars.
Next?
Have Kushner's Thomas the Rhymer because I think people keep recommending it, though they could be recommending another version of a ballad tale I'm not much interested in to start with. Have also MJ Carter's The Infidel Stain because
