On the granting of wishes

How it looked this morning.

Well, they do say "better late than never." It's currently -4° C and snowing. I walked home just now through a silent (though slightly crunchy) world, the only person on the streets. No traffic even, I think that I saw two cars during the twenty-minute walk. The snow was just under the tops of my shoes, fortunately (guess who didn't bother to check the weather forecast) so I got home with dry feet.

Winter is here, at last.

We have almost decided on a single scheme for the competition, as usual U is putting up a fierce resistance to making the decision. She is pathologically indecisive; it's a wonder she doesn't come to work naked through inability to choose a dress. She's unable to call a tossed coin heads or tails, without reminding you that it might land on its edge or be snatched away in midair by a passing magpie, and anyway where was the coin minted and what kind of coin is it and is it perhaps dirty because that would change the laminar airflow patterns. There's only a small amount of this stuff I can listen to before I start thinking about pulling out my own fingernails.

To bed, tired and with chilly feet.