The contractors finished on Tuesday; we’ve been slowly putting the laundry room and kitchen back together since then.

Walked down to the Center for Urban Horticulture, stopping in Lake City to check out a small record store and revisit a record player store.

Contractors arrived this morning to start a small remodeling project.

Walked from Montlake to the protest on Capitol Hill, then with the march downtown (though I didn’t go all the way to Seattle Center).

Meghan and I finished season 2 of Slow Horses. This one kept the overall shape of Dead Lions but played much more loosely with the details, simplifying parts of the plot and amplifying or introducing others — all, I think, to the benefit of the show.

Instead of walking from Beacon Hill to Georgetown like I’d planned, I stuck my head into Day Moon Press on a whim and spent a lovely two hours talking about printing.

Woke up to snow, and it kept snowing basically all day, finally letting up now. Accumulation was never more than an inch or so, and roads were basically fine; it was just a (cold) pretty day.

Windy yesterday evening: lost power before bedtime; it came back in the middle of the night, about six hours altogether.

Had Mom over for pot roast.

The dude had a band concert tonight; Meghan and I brought Mom.

Last Friday, Greg and I had dinner and Basque cider at Oak. Talked for a good three hours.

My Valentine’s gift to Meghan was walking from Northgate to Wallingford via Blue Ridge and Ballard, about ten miles.

Finished reading Proto: How One Ancient Language Went Global by Laura Spinney, a survey of our understanding of the Proto Indo-European language and its descendants. I knew bits and pieces of this, but Spinney wove it together into a clear, compelling whole. This was one of my fastest non-fiction reads in quite a while.

Meghan and I finished watching season 1 of Slow Horses.

Meghan and the bambina and I finished watching The Return of the King.