C-c-cold in Montreal. Everything I do these days is to comfort myself. Baths, auttumn soups(made a wikked chou fleur soup the other night), long stops in cozy cafes, thick books, fuzzy sweaters. Yesterday I had to go to this lame conference where I was volunteering at 7:30 am. Road my bike there in the snot-freezing cold with tears streaming down my face, and the building was LOCKED. Spent 1 hour waiting for the maintenance ppl at Double Donuts where all customers chain smoke and AM top 40 stations reign supreme. I am fairly certain that double donuts is a ring of hell. Heh. One of the concentric donuts of hell.
gotta run. I am serving wine at --catch this--Beaver Lodge tonight. heh.