At the moment, this is what my notional stack of books looks like:
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine
The Will to Battle (but do I first need to reread the previous two books?) by Ada Palmer
The Elusive Shift by Jon Peterson
The Dragon Waiting by John M. Ford
Interspersed in there are Web Typography by Richard Ritter, and various RPG books.
(Really, though, anything past the second is purely speculative, and even the first two aren’t locked down yet.)
Finished reading Cuisine & Empire by Rachel Laudan, a Christmas gift. Fascinating look at how ingredients, cooking techniques, and culinary philosophies have changed and spread over the millennia.
The last time I took the bus was one year ago today.
I’ve been working at my current job for ten years now, significantly longer than my previous record (more than seven at Expedia).
Another 1″ of snow fell overnight. It’s barely starting to melt; it might freeze briefly overnight, but it shouldn’t again for a while.
Note to future-self: Don’t bother shoveling the sidewalk; the snowplows will just cover it with nasty road slush.
Finally stopped snowing an hour or so ago. We ended up with 7″ accumulation.
Still a heavy fall of fine snowflakes, mixed with blown snow. Maybe 8″ accumulation so far, based on the snow cap on the birdbath?
It hasn’t stopped with the fine, heavy snow since about 6pm.
It begins: a very light snowfall, so far only dusting the frozen part of the birdbath.
I was honestly a little anxious yesterday, during the inauguration, that something was going to happen, some suicide gunman or something. So glad I was wrong.
Just had my first coffee without T•••• as president in four years.
It was delicious.
It’s okay if the door hits you on the way out, 2020.