Walked up the Burke-Gilman Trail from Husky Stadium, then home: more than 20,000 steps, ten miles.

The bambina got her booster shot today.

Finished rereading Treason’s Harbour by Patrick O’Brian (Aubrey–Maturin series, book 9). Still in the sweet spot, with the Kim Philby–esque traitor revealed to the reader in the first couple chapters, but not to Maturin (or Aubrey) in the whole book.

The dude got his booster shot today.

Posted my 2021 reading list.

I squeezed in one more book before the end of the year: Finished reading A Fatal Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum by Emma Southon, a fun and chatty look at Roman law and society through the lens of homicide. Southon uses a good chunk of her page count pointing out how little we know about the lives of Romans other than the richest men, and showing us a bit we can infer about the rest.

We’re surviving this Fimbulwinter fairly well so far. I walked to the grocery store yesterday to stock up on supplies; Meghan shoveled the driveway; our new heat pump is a little slower than the furnace to warm the house when it first turns on, but it gets there.

My Christmas gift to myself was not reading the book on the 24th or 25th.

Finished reading Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil by Hannah Arendt. Reporting on the show trial of the bureaucrat who kept the trains running to Auschwitz, Arendt uses it as a narrow lens to look at the Holocaust. Her discussions of then-modern Germany and Israel are not generally relevant today, but the question that will keep coming back to me is how to resist from within such a system.

Today, it’s been snowing since the middle of the night; we have maybe six inches of accumulation, but it’s hard to tell because it’s blowing around. It’s currently 24°F and falling.

Christmas was delightful: Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and the kids came over. The kitchen victory was that we’d prepared all food the preceding days, and only had to reheat things.

Holiday status: finished cooking daube Provençal for Christmas dinner; went to the grocery store for the trip after the final trip before Christmas; took a home covid test. (Still to do: baking blueberry scones and kouign amann; wrapping gifts.)

A few snowflakes coming down right now on Capitol Hill.

Finished rereading The Ionian Mission by Patrick O’Brian (Aubrey–Maturin series, book 8). We’ve kind of settled into the sweet spot of the series, if memory serves, and in any case this book is its own sweet spot, a pretty balance of sailing, spycraft, politics, and interpersonal drama, along with a return to the beloved H.M.S. Surprise.

Got my third vaccine dose (Pfizer this time).