I love this weather. Really, truly! In a former life, as a duck, the icy canals and the pouring rain never penetrated the down. Nowadays, it’s skin, but, still, there is something soothing about a downpour. Being out in it, being in and looking out.
Yesterday was a cavalcade of fun, fun, fun! From two mental patients in a locked ward to wet, black dogs leading me into snowbanks to technology carrying news that would make a duck want to fly south.
At least in the evening a pan seared Australian waygu from DeBragga and a 2000 Ormes de Pez made a dent–slight dent–in the wet mood pervading.
And now this A.M. it’s Dudley in Roxbury!
Will food suffice? Have the blood oranges done the trick? We shall see…