Meghan and the bambina and I came down with a cold, probably from the dude. Meghan seems less severely hit that the rest of us. (Covid tests are negative.)

Fixed the typography of some abbreviations and acronyms in older posts here.

Home internet went out this afternoon (maybe the ONT died?). The ISP won’t be able to send somebody out until Wednesday.

Finished rereading the collected Sandman by Neil Gaiman et al., volumes 1 (Preludes & Nocturnes) through 10 (The Wake).

This still basically holds up, which I was a little concerned about. (There’s more reference to rape than I remembered, but at least it doesn’t involve protagonists, and justice of a sort is generally done.) Some of stuff that was profound when I was in my 20s feels a little trite, but overall it still seems to achieve what it’s aiming for.

Walked to downtown Bothell and back: more than 13 miles, almost 4½ hours. I’ve been kind of a slug for the last several weeks, and I was dragging by the time I got back home.

Current earworm: “St. Louise is Listening” by Soul Coughing, finally unseating “Made of Stone” by the Stone Roses.

This weekend’s kitchen victories: pesto made with basil that Meghan grew in the greenhouse, and strawberry fool.

Finished rereading Cugel the Clever by Jack Vance (which I originally read as The Eyes of the Overworld), book two of the Dying Earth series. This picaresque was quite entertaining, despite (or because of) the cruel and antisocial main character, who invariably chooses the most destructive option whenever possible. You know what? I regret that characterization of the book. It’s a trap: You’re meant to be entertained by the cruel and antisocial main character, and you’re meant to gloss over how he sexually coerces one character and sells another into slavery. Fuck that, and fuck this book.

Finished rereading The Truelove by Patrick O’Brian, book 15 of the Aubrey/Maturin series, and the third book of a circumnavigation of the globe. Another well-crafted book, focusing on the relationship among the ship’s officers; most of the naval action is relegated to a montage sequence late in the book.

Amy and Dave came over for brunch on Monday.

Starting to learn how to pull decent shots with my new Cafelat Robot espresso maker.

Finished rereading Anathem by Neal Stephenson. Boy do I have complicated feelings about this. On the one hand, the concepts are fascinating and the storytelling is top-notch. On the other, there’s a bunch of pandering to nerds and contempt for non-nerds, especially in the first half of the book, not to mention the casual sexism. (I would be curious to see what the book would have been like in the alternate universe where he wrote it today.) I used to recommend this book without reservations, but now it would be more along the lines of The Lord of the Rings (read this, but don’t fail to notice that the people with dark skin are bad guys).

Today’s kitchen victories, a rare multicourse meal: risi e bisi (risotto with peas and pancetta), brasato all’Amarone (beef braised in Amarone wine), polenta, and tiramisù. Mom came over.

Tonight’s kitchen grill victory: steak fajitas, the first time using the grill this cold, rainy spring.

Spent a couple hours with my good friend Jeff, who I haven’t seen for [mumblemumble] years, and his girlfriend Jen. Had a great time.