Believe I’ve enough books to occupy myself through the new year. You’d think it was going to be -60 degrees, not 60 degrees tomorrow. Aargh. I shall suspend reality and read while gazing at a peaceful snowy scene on my laptop now and then. You can blame BigPharma for my crapola photography–tremors. I met another tenant in the lobby a while back by asking her to paint my right fingernails. My hands, especially the left, shake like a Frenchwoman’s muttering, “Comme ci, comme sa.”
How’d she do? Fair to middling.