It’s marvelously sunny but it’s still too darn cold. This is May and I want warmth, please. Heat that actually warms the body through, that stepping out into it is to experience an actual physical element. I’m sick of sweaters.
I have been watching the election results today in denial. I am comforting myself with the fact that Scotland is, for the most part, Lib Dem.
I also comforted myself with the purchase of two books from the used-book table: Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick. Jesse also loaned me The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett. I’m half-way through Patrick O’Brian’s Master and Commander — I kept reading because of Maturin, and I am still reading because of Maturin, but it’s beginning to pick up, so maybe I won’t spend all of May reading it.