Of course, I've been reading and reviewing books over at A Garden Carried in the Pocket. I loved two more of Jane Casey's police procedurals, Lamentation by C.J. Sansom, and a biography of Alan Turing. I put aside a biography of Lewis Carroll that I started in December and then kind of forgot about. It was interesting, and I need to get back to it, but right now I have a que of books that I'm eager to read.
Today is a grey day, overcast and wintery-looking, even if it isn't that cold, the high humidity makes me colder than a clear, dry day with lower temperatures. It suits my mood this morning, as I just started a book titled Asylum, set in Montreal.
The Triad are doing well, fat and lazy most of the time, but occasionally setting on each other for entertainment. It's funny to watch them all curled up together, sleeping peacefully, then later, to hear a screeching meow as Edgar chases one of the girls around the room. Cats! Fee got me a Roomba for Christmas, and I love the way it blindly moves about, bumping into a wall or chair, redirecting, and setting off again--keeping the floors and rugs clean of furry stuff. If the Triad would stay off the furniture, I wouldn't be troubled at all by their shedding. No technology for that yet, but I live in hope.
I was doing a great job of keeping up with an hour or more of a yoga each day for the last couple of weeks, but skipped yesterday, and have not gotten around to it yet today. Guess I should get busy, if I want to keep the routine.