TV update: We’re caught up with The Mandalorian (including The Book of Boba Fett), and watched Kenobi.

Also watched The Owl House, which the kids love dearly and Meghan and I definitely enjoyed, and are partway through season 2 of Avatar: The Last Airbender, which we have more mixed feelings about.

To get to the point, though, Meghan and I watched the first two episodes of season 12 of Doctor Who, the first time we’ve watched it since the Before Times.

Current earworm: “Money for Nothing” by Dire Straits.

Today’s kitchen victory: loaves of bread, for the first time in months. This time the dough was significantly easier to work with than it was in the past, probably because I kneaded it longer.

Also, the bolognese sauce was great, but was about two hours too late for dinner, so had to use an emergency jar of pasta sauce instead, so we’ll call that a partial victory.

Huh, it’s snowing lightly.

Finished reading Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. This was a big chonker of a book, about Thomas Cromwell’s rise from son of a blacksmith to most trusted councilor of Henry VIII (Henry the Butthead). Very enjoyable. I had one significant kvetch: Whether a writing tic or a stylistic choice, there were many passages with ambiguous pronoun references; sometimes I had to reread multiple times to understand what was happening.

Went to Mom’s for brunch, with Greg and Jocelyn and the kids.

Walked from Roosevelt to Greenwood and then up the Interurban Trail and home: I didn’t keep good track, but it was something like 16K steps, eight miles.

I guess it’s just straight-up snowing, big fat flakes. Very little sticking.

Current earworm: “Respect” by Aretha Franklin.

The most obvious St. John Mandel motif in The Glass Hotel was the improbable connections between characters; some of the characters were hapless, but not as intensely so as in her earlier books.

Finished reading The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel. Ostensibly (and, to be fair, mostly) about a financial con, it’s also somehow about ghosts and maybe alternate realities. I think this is my favorite of her books (so far; I still haven’t read Sea of Tranquility).

I’ve now reread the ending of Golden Hill two or three times, which I never do.

Walked from home to Roosevelt Station via Meridian and Green Lake: approx. 13K steps and 6½ miles.

Current earworm: “Gonna Make You Sweat” by C+C Music Factory.

Finished reading Golden Hill by Francis Spufford. Set in 1746 New York, it felt Austinesque like the best Aubrey/Maturin stories, though without the nautical adventure. It started out as a fun romp; by the end it became something else, very satisfying but more melancholy. It’s early in the year, but I bet this will be one of my favorite books.