It's been raining since midnight but I am so excited as I have not seen rain in weeks. Of course, this means a lot of damp, fallen leaves and muddy footprints but it counters the skin leaching dryness that is winter in Canberra. (I took this picture on bank holiday monday, crossing the river on my way to heathrow)
I have been lent a massive heater which has rapid results in heating the sitting room and means the smaller ones can counter the icy drafts in the bedrooms.
I finished the Wolf Border on Sunday. It's a long time since a narrative moved me along so quickly. It has some flaws but it's a good read. Next up is something by James Lee Burke. They all blur into one another but the writing is so lyrical it doesn't really matter. I think this one is set in Montana which is obviously a more beautiful Montana than the border town where H lives and where I had a few visits.
There's a smell of peanut butter cookies being made. I don't think I ever need to leave the house again.
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