timeripple: (fyeah curly redheaded heroines)
It’s Rimsky-Korsakov day on my local public radio. Symphony #2 “Antar” in f# Op 9 yesssss. Apparently it’s also Knightly Theme Day, which is making me nostalgic for that one epics class back in college that, while a total joke, was super interesting.
...

Sometimes the only way to find out what’s going on is to hack into your superior’s email account. (Is it still hacking if he or she told you his or her password so you could get people’s email addresses? And if you told him or her ahead of time that you were doing it?)

You know it’s time to find a new line of employment when one of your senior colleagues says, “We love having you around, but—not to insult myself—you are wasted on this job.” Don’t I know it.

Despite all of that, work is going well, and not spending every day completely frustrated and angry is an improvement over last year.

I had a pretty quiet Fourth of July: had the day off work; got teary over the Declaration of Independence, as is my way; made berry crumble (it was going to be pie but I ran out of energy). I was going to go see the fireworks at the marina, but as I walked downtown to catch the bus, I grew increasingly apprehensive. The streets were almost totally deserted except for the homeless people. I spent 15 creepy minutes waiting for the bus to show up late and drive right by, crammed with drunk firework-goers, at which point I gave up and came back home. I spent the evening eating crumble and trying to reassure Copernicus, who did not like the firework noises in the slightest. Poor kitty.

Today I mostly spent passed out on my bed; I think I’ve finally caught whatever cold is going around at work. Copernicus deigned to nap beside me for a while, a gesture of great catly magnanimity. He was not impressed with either of my reading materials (ARCs by [livejournal.com profile] blackholly and [livejournal.com profile] catvalente).

Super excited to go see the Joss Whedon Much Ado movie with my friend AG tomorrow.

And finally, a very happy not-quite-belated birthday to [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth! I hope you had a lovely day and ate many strawberries.
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I don’t understand how the year can have got to the end of June without my noticing, but I blame it on my housemate’s cat, Copernicus. He is an enormous ginger tabby, and most distracting, though a good companion. He likes to listen to me fiddling and serenading the neighbors with increasingly bizarre versions of Bach minuets on the fancy electronic keyboard. (This is not all that impressive, since two and a half Bach minuets and a very short Mozart thingy are all I actually know how to play.) He also likes to chase (but not eat) hair ties, and to crouch in his crinkly tunnel, only to spring out at a bit of plumy feather at the end of a string tied to a stick. He stomps across the floor if he thinks you’re not paying him enough attention.

In other news, I’ve been settling into my new home, figuring out my commute to work, watching Supernatural (it’s so bad, and yet so amazing), being polite to people with bizarre book requests, running events, filling in for our children’s buyer, reading ARCs at top speed, and totally failing to work on any of my own writing. Though I did rescue the new Penguin Classics De Profundis and Other Prison Writings by Oscar Wilde from the give-away shelf, and have started reading it. (It’s not directly relevant to my work, but it does have to do with applying Greek philosophical writings to Victorian life, so.)

Berkeley is so weird. It’s a lot like Cambridge, only more so. And I keep finding that people are very, very invested in promoting and maintaining a binary gender dichotomy. Is it because mostly I interact with fairly affluent parents while at work? And yet other people, who I might expect to be less invested, are equally so. Do they not realize they live in Berkeley? Does "Berkeley" not mean what I thought it means? I have to say, this is not what I thought the biggest cultural difference from the East Coast would entail. (Well, this and food service.) I didn’t think people would be surprised whenever I go around muttering “Gender is a social construct!” under my breath.

I miss you all so. I woke up this morning fiercely homesick for Wellesley. I’ve been thinking a lot about its rhetoric lately, I suppose; though what I miss is not the rhetoric but my people, both those I met there and later, elsewhere.

Also chai. I’ve found two good places near work, but so far everything in North Berkeley is complete swill, or worse. (Seriously. Last week I had a very nice cup of spiced hot water and mint that tasted like it had never seen tea. I could do better myself with a Lipton bag and no cinnamon.) Happily, the muffins remain excellent. As Oscar Wilde no doubt knew, it is important not to underestimate the importance of a good muffin.
timeripple: (riko says buzzer beat!)
O neglected Internets, I have acquired permission to attend BEA (BookExpo America)! BRING ON THE FANGIRLS AND THE INFAMOUS KARAOKE. Will I see you there?

...

The other day I was standing at the information desk with my tiniest, most adorable colleague (henceforth known as t.m.a.c.) and this young twentysomething dude was walking past us on his way out.

DUDE: *espies Hunger Games display on infodesk*
DUDE: Oh, the Hunger Games! Oh my god, do you know what they’re doing to them?
FIONA & t.m.a.c.: ...
DUDE: Well, when I first read them, they were, you know, apocalyptic—-really dark, you know?
FIONA & t.m.a.c.: *nod*
DUDE: And now they’re marketing them to tweens! Making them seem all fluffy, when--it’s dark stuff! Really dark!
FIONA & t.m.a.c.: ...
DUDE: Tweens!
DUDE: *leaves in a fit of indignation at this injustice to his beloved, dark books and this deception practiced upon sweet, innocent youth*
FIONA & t.m.a.c.: ...
FIONA & t.m.a.c.: Does he know they’re published by Scholastic?

People are funny.
timeripple: (moribito: guardian of the badass)
FML.

Even with a visit from [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth's adorable relatives, I don't get paid enough to put up with this kind of thing.

All I can say is, thank God I had another pair of shoes handy.

*cries, drinks heavily*

I think KAT-TUN is trying to tell me something.
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah, and also Belated Solstice! Here is a list of things I have learned this holiday season, mostly related to work:

1) Breakfast is important. No, a single slice of pumpkin bread is not breakfast. It is delicious, but you will regret it when the hordes descend and you realize it’s still three hours till lunch.

2) Don’t order individual sub sandwiches in quantity. Just don’t. It can only end in heartbreak.

3) Your bandmates co-workers are your most precious things. Do what you have to in order to keep them functional. If this involves using part of your break to get them sandwiches (but see #2), or playing ridiculous jpop before opening to make them laugh, or making them read Strawberry Moshi or Fruits Basket, or watch The Hobbit trailer or Stephen Colbert-Rain dance-off without sound on the sales floor, so be it.

4) Sometimes, if it’s very early morning and still dark out and you haven’t had much sleep, the blue lights in the trees at Central Square really look like stars.

...

Off to read some more of The Dark Is Rising and check on that pumpkin pie in the oven. It's important to make your own traditions. I think these are two excellent ones to be going on with.

Don't forget I love I love I love you.
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah, and also Belated Solstice! Here is a list of things I have learned this holiday season, mostly related to work:

1) Breakfast is important. No, a single slice of pumpkin bread is not breakfast. It is delicious, but you will regret it when the hordes descend and you realize it’s still three hours till lunch.

2) Don’t order individual sub sandwiches in quantity. Just don’t. It can only end in heartbreak.

3) Your bandmates co-workers are your most precious things. Do what you have to in order to keep them functional. If this involves using part of your break to get them sandwiches (but see #2), or playing ridiculous jpop before opening to make them laugh, or making them read Strawberry Moshi or Fruits Basket, or watch The Hobbit trailer or Stephen Colbert-Rain dance-off without sound on the sales floor, so be it.

4) Sometimes, if it’s very early morning and still dark out and you haven’t had much sleep, the blue lights in the trees at Central Square really look like stars.

...

Off to read some more of The Dark Is Rising and check on that pumpkin pie in the oven. It's important to make your own traditions. I think these are two excellent ones to be going on with.

Don't forget I love I love I love you.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Excuse me while I drop everything to read this advance copy of BITTERBLUE (Kristin Cashore, 2012) that I happen to have here.

The perks of this job are few but mighty.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Excuse me while I drop everything to read this advance copy of BITTERBLUE (Kristin Cashore, 2012) that I happen to have here.

The perks of this job are few but mighty.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?
timeripple: (moribito: guardian of the badass)
Autumn is here at last! Tis the season for leaves and apple cider and also, apparently, for single young gentlemen to attempt to score dates at bookstores. I don’t know what it is about the season but there must be something in the water. Other, better socialized people may find getting hit on at work more amusing than I do, or even productive, but my patience is wearing thin. Normally I cultivate an aura of STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, but for obvious reasons I have to discard it while at my retail job.

Also, as we all know, my heart belongs to a long-dead young scholar named Phanokrates. Are you named Phanokrates? Or Zai Zai? No? Then go away; I have work to do.

Things to Consider before Asking Cute Bookseller Girl on a Date While She's Working )
timeripple: (moribito: guardian of the badass)
Autumn is here at last! Tis the season for leaves and apple cider and also, apparently, for single young gentlemen to attempt to score dates at bookstores. I don’t know what it is about the season but there must be something in the water. Other, better socialized people may find getting hit on at work more amusing than I do, or even productive, but my patience is wearing thin. Normally I cultivate an aura of STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, but for obvious reasons I have to discard it while at my retail job.

Also, as we all know, my heart belongs to a long-dead young scholar named Phanokrates. Are you named Phanokrates? Or Zai Zai? No? Then go away; I have work to do.

Things to Consider before Asking Cute Bookseller Girl on a Date While She's Working )
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
LJ! ♥ I did not abandon you. I was promoted. With great responsibility comes great stress and great distraction and great lack of time for orderly thoughts.

Also a bunch of new keys. I now walk about jingling like a whole sleigh ride.

But I've somehow found time to finish season 1 of Slings & Arrows, and to corrupt co-workers with kdramas. Well, okay, one. I am a bad influence, it is true. Look, it's not my fault everybody loves cross-dressing, plucky heroines, and sageuk fashion.

...

Lately I've been having a giant '90s nostalgia blast. This mostly takes the form of late '90s-early-'00s music cravings (I spent the first half of the decade being under a virtual rock, and also in elementary school) gleaned from 10 Things I Hate about You and Clueless. I think I'm burned out on boybands (thanks Japan), but early Avril Lavigne, No Doubt, and Alanis Morrisette are on repeat at the moment. What's your favorite music from that era?

Maybe this is some kind of birthday-incipient crisis. Maybe it's the influence of watching Midnight in Paris twice.

Maybe I just want to actually recognize something next time I get dragged to live-band karaoke. XD
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
LJ! ♥ I did not abandon you. I was promoted. With great responsibility comes great stress and great distraction and great lack of time for orderly thoughts.

Also a bunch of new keys. I now walk about jingling like a whole sleigh ride.

But I've somehow found time to finish season 1 of Slings & Arrows, and to corrupt co-workers with kdramas. Well, okay, one. I am a bad influence, it is true. Look, it's not my fault everybody loves cross-dressing, plucky heroines, and sageuk fashion.

...

Lately I've been having a giant '90s nostalgia blast. This mostly takes the form of late '90s-early-'00s music cravings (I spent the first half of the decade being under a virtual rock, and also in elementary school) gleaned from 10 Things I Hate about You and Clueless. I think I'm burned out on boybands (thanks Japan), but early Avril Lavigne, No Doubt, and Alanis Morrisette are on repeat at the moment. What's your favorite music from that era?

Maybe this is some kind of birthday-incipient crisis. Maybe it's the influence of watching Midnight in Paris twice.

Maybe I just want to actually recognize something next time I get dragged to live-band karaoke. XD
timeripple: (riko says buzzer beat!)
Apparently today is Georgette Heyer’s birthday? GAUDEAMUS IGITUR! I recently helped launch a campaign at work to carry more of her books, and I think it worked. I also dared my partner-in-mayhem to do a staff rec for a gay cop/demon romance crimefighting novel (Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale). FOR THE GREATER GOOD!

Look, it’s been MONTHS since our re-jacketing Young Miles stunt. I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

...

Sometimes you just want things that aren’t totally outside of the norm, but that you haven’t had in a while. Sometimes you just want a really good middle grade novel, even though you’re the, you know, resident YA expert. Sometimes you just want the damn Kraft mac’n’cheese even though it has no actual cheese content (normally a cardinal sin against food, but damn, it was tasty the other night).

Sometimes you just want a really good jdrama, one that reminds you of why you started watching them in the first place.

I am watching FOUR!

- Ouran High School Host Club (IT'S PERFECT)
- Hana Kimi remake (I miss Toma terribly even though reboot!Nakatsu is doing a great job)
- Ikemen Desu Ne (I figured it would be gloriously terrible. I did not expect it to be actually glorious!)
- Zenkai Girl (Our Heroine is so much like me in some ways that it’s terrifying)

All of them are currently airing. MY SANITY, WHERE IS IT?

What is it with remake dramas this season being more focused, more tightly written, and having less annoying characters than the originals? Mizuki has a brain and possibly life goals. MIO has a brain and possibly life goals (which is even more astonishing). REN has both a brain AND the emotional maturity of an actual person. Shu is kind of creepy (sorry Fujigaya) but whatever. JeremyYuki is adorable. We can do without Jolie, but Jeremy/Bus OTP! If there’s anybody who needs a bus song it’s him, not Moo Kyul. Maybe Jeremy inspired the bus song in Mary Stayed Out All Night.

ACTUALLY, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT ABOUT THE BUS SONG. XD

For the first time in about a year and a half, I’m not watching any kdramas. I was sorta keeping an eye on recaps of Heartstrings and Myung-wol the Spy, but Heartstrings is almost over and Myung-wol seems to have gone to hell in a handbasket with production drama, so who knows how that’ll even turn out. Hopefully better than Bad Guy, which faced a similar sudden problem of, uh, NO LEAD ACTOR.

What are you all watching? What are you reading? What do you think of Kraft mac’n’cheese?
timeripple: (riko says buzzer beat!)
Apparently today is Georgette Heyer’s birthday? GAUDEAMUS IGITUR! I recently helped launch a campaign at work to carry more of her books, and I think it worked. I also dared my partner-in-mayhem to do a staff rec for a gay cop/demon romance crimefighting novel (Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale). FOR THE GREATER GOOD!

Look, it’s been MONTHS since our re-jacketing Young Miles stunt. I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

...

Sometimes you just want things that aren’t totally outside of the norm, but that you haven’t had in a while. Sometimes you just want a really good middle grade novel, even though you’re the, you know, resident YA expert. Sometimes you just want the damn Kraft mac’n’cheese even though it has no actual cheese content (normally a cardinal sin against food, but damn, it was tasty the other night).

Sometimes you just want a really good jdrama, one that reminds you of why you started watching them in the first place.

I am watching FOUR!

- Ouran High School Host Club (IT'S PERFECT)
- Hana Kimi remake (I miss Toma terribly even though reboot!Nakatsu is doing a great job)
- Ikemen Desu Ne (I figured it would be gloriously terrible. I did not expect it to be actually glorious!)
- Zenkai Girl (Our Heroine is so much like me in some ways that it’s terrifying)

All of them are currently airing. MY SANITY, WHERE IS IT?

What is it with remake dramas this season being more focused, more tightly written, and having less annoying characters than the originals? Mizuki has a brain and possibly life goals. MIO has a brain and possibly life goals (which is even more astonishing). REN has both a brain AND the emotional maturity of an actual person. Shu is kind of creepy (sorry Fujigaya) but whatever. JeremyYuki is adorable. We can do without Jolie, but Jeremy/Bus OTP! If there’s anybody who needs a bus song it’s him, not Moo Kyul. Maybe Jeremy inspired the bus song in Mary Stayed Out All Night.

ACTUALLY, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT ABOUT THE BUS SONG. XD

For the first time in about a year and a half, I’m not watching any kdramas. I was sorta keeping an eye on recaps of Heartstrings and Myung-wol the Spy, but Heartstrings is almost over and Myung-wol seems to have gone to hell in a handbasket with production drama, so who knows how that’ll even turn out. Hopefully better than Bad Guy, which faced a similar sudden problem of, uh, NO LEAD ACTOR.

What are you all watching? What are you reading? What do you think of Kraft mac’n’cheese?
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Between frantically reading stuff, steeling myself to work on That Damn Thing, crash-teaching myself tunes for the Fiddleheads spring ceili at high speeds, flailing at various authors and poets at the cash register, and having more shelving at work than anybody else in the world, I've been kind of busy. (Seriously, ENOUGH WITH THE BOARD BOOKS ALREADY.)

It seems like this is the Spring of Sequels--I've been reading a higher number than usual.

The Sequening...wait, that doesn't sound right... )



What sequels have you been reading lately? Who else is ridiculously excited for the Diversity in YA tour? Not least because it means I have at least two more highly anticipated sequels to get through this week...
timeripple: (i said nothing)
Between frantically reading stuff, steeling myself to work on That Damn Thing, crash-teaching myself tunes for the Fiddleheads spring ceili at high speeds, flailing at various authors and poets at the cash register, and having more shelving at work than anybody else in the world, I've been kind of busy. (Seriously, ENOUGH WITH THE BOARD BOOKS ALREADY.)

It seems like this is the Spring of Sequels--I've been reading a higher number than usual.

The Sequening...wait, that doesn't sound right... )



What sequels have you been reading lately? Who else is ridiculously excited for the Diversity in YA tour? Not least because it means I have at least two more highly anticipated sequels to get through this week...
timeripple: (i said nothing)
A: A puppy that tries to leap into your zipped hoodie, while you're wearing it, in a frantic joyful search for more cuddles. While you're already petting said puppy.

One of our office-types at work brought her new puppy down to the sales floor for a few minutes, where it happily snuffled around and was petted and cooed at and cuddled. So soft! So tiny and wet-nosed and perfect! It made me so, so happy.

Which was good, because sales for my co-written staff rec Young Miles (The Warrior's Apprentice, The Mountains of Mourning, and The Vor Game) continue to be sad, despite Vericon and several helpful suggestions aimed at customers of the target demographic. I have decided that I shall henceforth describe the Vorkosigan books as “Robert Heinlein and Georgette Heyer walk into a bar...”

Speaking of Vericon and Vorkosigans, I talked to Holly Black for about 15 minutes while she ate her pre-signing sandwich. I had on my Hat of Vaguely European Mystery and was lounging in the break room with a copy of Cryoburn and hopefully I did not terrify her too much with the awkward and the crazy. She was wonderful, at any rate, and said many smart and interesting things about books we both like very much.

Later in the day, this happened:

BOOKSTORE MUSIC: *is some slow, kind of rock-y wistful song about spring and feelings and sadness, with whistling*
ME: Huh, nice song.
ME: Wait, why is this song in Japanese?

XD

It was snowing as I walked to the library and Trader Joe’s the other day. There were some crocuses out, as there are this time of year long before the trees realize it’s spring. The snow wasn’t really sticking, but a few patches in the shade of walls and bushes were frosted over, the white snow stark and cold against the yellow and purple of the flowers. Poor, brave little things.

And now I must take another look at my taxes.
timeripple: (i said nothing)
A: A puppy that tries to leap into your zipped hoodie, while you're wearing it, in a frantic joyful search for more cuddles. While you're already petting said puppy.

One of our office-types at work brought her new puppy down to the sales floor for a few minutes, where it happily snuffled around and was petted and cooed at and cuddled. So soft! So tiny and wet-nosed and perfect! It made me so, so happy.

Which was good, because sales for my co-written staff rec Young Miles (The Warrior's Apprentice, The Mountains of Mourning, and The Vor Game) continue to be sad, despite Vericon and several helpful suggestions aimed at customers of the target demographic. I have decided that I shall henceforth describe the Vorkosigan books as “Robert Heinlein and Georgette Heyer walk into a bar...”

Speaking of Vericon and Vorkosigans, I talked to Holly Black for about 15 minutes while she ate her pre-signing sandwich. I had on my Hat of Vaguely European Mystery and was lounging in the break room with a copy of Cryoburn and hopefully I did not terrify her too much with the awkward and the crazy. She was wonderful, at any rate, and said many smart and interesting things about books we both like very much.

Later in the day, this happened:

BOOKSTORE MUSIC: *is some slow, kind of rock-y wistful song about spring and feelings and sadness, with whistling*
ME: Huh, nice song.
ME: Wait, why is this song in Japanese?

XD

It was snowing as I walked to the library and Trader Joe’s the other day. There were some crocuses out, as there are this time of year long before the trees realize it’s spring. The snow wasn’t really sticking, but a few patches in the shade of walls and bushes were frosted over, the white snow stark and cold against the yellow and purple of the flowers. Poor, brave little things.

And now I must take another look at my taxes.

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