I have a pretty tall (conceptual) stack of books to read, but I’m starting to think I need to insert rereads of Le Guin’s Always Coming Home and her version of the Tao Te Ching, up towards the top. It won’t do anything to keep the world from curdling, but maybe I can help my little corner.

On Sunday, the four of us went over to visit Meghan’s mom, for lunch and strolling.

I’ve been walking much more frequently these past couple weeks, as the weather has shifted — the most since the plaguetimes started, at least so far.

Finished reading A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett, follow-up to The Tainted Cup. Another fantasy-set murder mystery, this one with a clear anti-autocratic subtext. Bennett makes the subtext explicit in an afterword, laying into the fantasy genre, and A Song of Ice and Fire and its derivatives in particular, for their love of autocracies.

On Sunday, Mom and the dude came over for dinner. All the food turned out just about as well as I think I’m capable of doing.

Walked from the UW Seattle campus, along the south side of the Montlake Cut and the east side of Lake Union, to REI: 6½ miles, 2¼ hours.

Greg and I watched Pink Floyd at Pompeii MCMLXXII, which was amazing — restored video, large screen, great sound. Highly recommended.

On Sunday I took a two-hour or so walk around Lynnwood and Mountlake Terrace.

On Saturday, the bambina and I met her cousin downtown, and then we bussed and walked around, ate doughnuts, and eventually made it back to our house.

Finished reading Thinking With Type by Ellen Lupton. This is a sort of introductory survey of all things typography and typesetting. Some of it was material I knew pretty well; a lot of the rest isn’t stuff I know well or have put into practice. (Though as I write this I suddenly am having a flashback to the high school newspaper.) This will definitely stay on my small typography reference shelf.

On Sunday, the dude came over for dinner (Belgian beef stew).

On Saturday, we met Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and their kids for the bambina’s dinner out.

Walked along the path of Thornton Creek down to Matthews Beach, then along the Burke-Gilman Trail to the light rail station: four hours, 11 miles, 23k steps. Rainy but not unpleasant.

Played Magic last night with the dude and Greg and his son.

Finished rereading A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr., at least 25 years since I first read it. I liked most of it, a kind of bleakly- or cynically-hopeful story of preservation of knowledge in a cycle of humanity’s self-destruction. Alas, the end of the book centers on a Catholic argument against suicide, which I found a little offputting.