This is the first normal winter night we've had in awhile, at a balmy 43 degrees. Emma (the Amazing Scrotumless Dog) and I took advantage of it to have a long, leisurely stroll around downtown -- just us and the homeless guys and the fancy school's groundskeepers, spying on second-floor bookshelves and dimly-lit private parties. A few of the restaurants weren't closed-shop, but still had people in them; I've always had a soft-spot for the early-in-the-week, candle-lit, completely-indulgent dinner experience. It usually signals one of two things: a special occasion enabled by absence of a need to be anywhere especially early the next day OR total irresponsibility brought on by finding day one (or two, or three) of a work week harder to stomach than usual. Bet you can guess which I have the most experience with -- and by a vast margin.
I swear, it almost feels like spring. And it is so not. It's that deceptive thunderstorm feeling in the air, from the sudden barometric change. After all, yesterday's walk looked like this:
Awww, she looks so library-friendly.
I still haven't read Drowned Maiden's Hair. Am lazy reader.
Posted by: Holly Black | February 19, 2007 at 21:53
You're only hurting yourself, lazy reader! It's SOOOOO good.
Emma would love to go in the library, because then she could jump on everyone inside it.
Posted by: Gwenda | February 20, 2007 at 10:29