Today was Spooky Book Club. Poe, part II. If you haven't read How to Write a Blackwood Article and the accompanying story A Predicament: The Scythe of Time you must do it right away. I howled. I hurt myself laughing. I knew Poe could be funny, but I'm actually starting to think he was kind of a forerunner of Dougglas Adams. Sort of like Lawrence Sterne. (Although he regrettably demonstrates the racism of his time. I can only gloss over that so much.)
We've been shopping, laundering, caulking, scrubbing and cooking since we got home. I'm making soup and some vegetarian sausage things, so I won't have to cook too much during the week. We'll be spending most evenings on the couch watching science fiction for the rest of the month I suppose.
Because we're slow and unfocussed during this period of time around the Solstice. It is the way of the land, in winter.