Happy birthday to Coocoo and thanks for the lovely partay. It was a warm and cozy Kitsilano eve and helped chase away the winter blues. And I have 'em, big time. My state of equilibrium is quite fragile at the moment so I am literally singing the blues and hopefully flinging the divils far far away.
Whenever I run out of good mystery novels to read in the house, I am at the edge of a precipice looking into the distance with that classic hunter gatherer squint. I stopped in at Chapters this morning just to look at and fondle the shiny hardcovers. I am so glad P.D. James has a new one and so sad it is not a Dalgliesh.
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