Snow Is Snowing, Wind Is Blowing...
Came back to a warm cozy apartment and decided to cool down from dealing with crazy people (see previous post) by just spoiling myself rotten.
I went out to dinner with a friend last night, and ate lobster rolls and fried oysters and pretty good french fries, so decided to continue the seafood motif with shrimp rolls, much the same as the lobster ones only with big giant shrimp (an oxymoron?), cold, chunked in mayonnaise (no celery, though some like it) and stuffed into a warm, crisply toasted hot dog bun. Dee-lish.
Followed by chocolate as anti-dementor defense: hot choc to drink, Cadbury's Drinking Chocolate, and raspberry buttercreams from Li-Lac.
Then, since the heat goes way down at 11pm and the place was getting chilly, I and the laptop are now in bed under a ton of blankies, and affagans my grandma made me, and a now rather tattered sheepskin bedspread. And a nice unread mystery by PD James, "The Lighthouse". All good. And the laptop is a great little heat source.
B ut the best part is going to sleep under Jim's shearling coat: a handsome dappled cocoa-colored one with dark-brown fur that he bought here and left here. I gave it to Turk in I think the fourth Rennie book; Turk likes a lot of Jim's stuff...
I wear it sometimes, when I don't want to wear furs because it's raining or snowing, and sometimes I sleep under it when it's really cold, or when I just want to feel safe and comforted...weighs a ton. I pull it over me and put one arm through a sleeve. It makes me feel as if his arms are around me, and who's to say they're not.