And that will be dinner for the next two if not three days.
Early December sometimes does a harkback to November, and so did today, beginning with one of our rare fogs, the chance sight of which is more likely to make a Torontonian think something's on fire. Took me back to 1962 when fog stopped the final game of the Grey Cup, back in the days when football was played in an open stadium down by the lake. "The fog was thick enough that fans could not see the action on the field, receivers lost sight of the ball after it left the quarterbacks' hand, and punt returners could not find punts until they hit the ground."
But it lifted in short order and the day became milky blue sky and mild sun and a hazy horizon, a very English kind of afternoon. Walked to the local cafe and finished The Lost Plot, whose Dragons Behaving Badly left me missing my own dragons a little bit, even if mine behave badly for quite different reasons.
And in theory tomorrow is a day off and 10C, so we will see what that brings.