It’s Saturday and you know what that means!  One party after another, mayhem, the streets filled with people, and the smell of gin and other toxins in the air.

For me it’ll be a wild ride of a three hour documentary on Nicolae Ceausescu and lots of stretching.

It’s that time of year when my reading goes literally back and forth between dark books and books about abundance.  Just finished, “Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death,” and next up is, “Crazy Rich Asians,” followed by a book on Italian fascism, and the cycle ends with, “Consider the Fork,” by Bee Wilson.

That and Italian-American week all week here.