Last night, after a wonderful, blustery tour with elionwyr of South Street --for
John Varley's Demon, Wizard and Titan; Piers Anthony's With a Tangled Skein (Troll and I have decided that we want the full incarnations set, having both read and enjoyed them all); Larry Niven & Steven Barnes' California Voodoo Game (part of the Dream Park trilogy); Good Housekeeping's Illustrated Guide to Home Maintenance and Readers Digest's How to Do Just About Anything. I LOVE used bookstores.
and dinner-- and then a latish-night run to her friend Fran's to pick up some new apartment necessities, Troll & I dug out the down comforter & stuck it in it's cover. To my mind, it's still a bit too warm for that (I spent much of the night uncovered or half-covered, and the window above the bed is still open), but my energy was extremely low last night (fighting off some illness), and I felt the need for the kind of snuggly insta-warmth the down provides. This morning, I've continued to enjoy it while listening to the blustering outside...I cannot describe what a delicious feeling it is. Winter is ready to settle in, and my darling and I have our snug little space. Our heat is on, our bed is especially toasty, and the kitchen is packed with yummy food. Life is good. I feel like the ant from the Ant & the Grasshopper; very happy with my humble, unglamorous life.