As I lie ensconced in the warmth of bed, I know that shortly I will have to rise, shower, and face an outside temperature of -16ºC (3ºF), with the possibility of snow for the rest of the week. It’s not that the cold especially bothers me, but the grayness does. Good thing I don’t live in Ireland, like poor Grania! On this day in 1968, Johnny Cash performed his famous concert at Folsom Prison, and, in 1982, an Air Florida plane crashed into the Potomac River, killing 78 people including Bob Silberglied, a butterfly researcher at Harvard whom I knew. On this date in 1924, the maverick Paul “Anything Goes” Feyerabend was born; and, in 1956, Lyonel Feininger, whom I regard as one of the best unappreciated painters in history, gave up his earthly body. And I will now perform ablutions on my earthly body, which is still here, at least for a while. At least it doesn’t resemble a burst horsehair cushion! Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is still absolutely fixated on noms, but of course she’s a cat. . .
Hili: I’m looking very suspiciously at your shopping.
A: Why?
Hili: I don’t see anything edible here.
Hili: Bardzo podejrzliwie patrzę na te zakupy.
Ja: Dlaczego?
Hili: Nie widzę tu nic do jedzenia.
I love grey skies! 😉 I am SO jealous about the snow & cold…
I like all the orange wood of your cabinets and shelves and table and such! Gives a warm orange glow to the room.
At least it doesn’t resemble a burst horsehair cushion!
Or “a condom hastily stuffed with an old sock”.
I just finished reading that Vanity Fair article in my recently acquired copy of “And Yet …”.
I always wonder if I suffer from seasonal affective disorder. That condition of depression caused by lack of sunlight. There are sunlight lights that are supposed to relieve the symptoms. I suppose they sell pretty well in Ireland.
That’s not a good cartoon, it is a great cartoon. Look at the face on that cat…
That cartoon is magical. The face….I love it.
That was early productivity!
I can’t do anything in bed in the mornings (unless prompted to).
I have lived in the Washington DC area for many years, and I remember the day of the Air Florida crash very well. It was one of those days that get etched into your memory, like the day John Lennon was murdered, or the day when the Challenger exploded.