2012 — 31 January: Tuesday
I don't find it easy to describe what I find so attractive about the music of Philip Glass1 (I'm listening to a bit from "The Photographer") compared, say, to Aaron Copeland, but if it were easy it wouldn't mean much, would it? Time for my initial cuppa. A brisk 17.6C down here suggests jim-jams need upgrading to day wear fairly pronto.
It can be nice...
... to be below average. Apparently, household annual water bills in the UK will rise to an average of £376 this year. Not for this metered member of the great unwashed, they won't. (Mind you, I'd already been paying £625 before I had the meter fitted.)
The big hand's approaching the '12' so I'd better think about getting ready for my walking rendezvous. What little frost there was around earlier should have melted away by now. And, after the walk, time for another supplies foray. Still, it's a nice, bright day for it so far. The living room temperature has soared to a balmy 18.5C :-)
On my return, all I find is a "While you were out" card from Mr Postie for a packet that was too large. Dear Mama, on the other hand, gets three items, two of which need me to take action. Typical. Lunch comes first, however. It's already 13:12 and the appetite is raring to go (as it were).
Mere moments later...
... it's 15:15 and nearly time to head back out for my third trip of the day, this time to see what Mr Postie has tucked up his sleeve. It's only 2C out there and feels nastily chilly. Brrr.
More moments later...
... and well worth braving the elements for...
... though it's (still) a boggling thought that young Mr Trudeau has now entered his fifth decade of syndication. There's a delicious Ambrose Bierce quote on the frontispiece, too:
War is God's way of teaching Americans geography.
And here, for contrast, is my 1982 reprint of Trudeau's first such compilation, published in 1971:
I found it in Atlanta airport on 12th September 1984 while I was travelling home from IBM's first-ever Info Dev Symposium. Lucky I had the cash, actually, as I'd had to top up the beer money consumed by one of the managers in the group. The lad is now dead, alas, and the statute of limitations applies in any case.