Was it me that broke my heart? Did I have a heart to break?
I opened the door to the stranger. I made charoses after all. This afternoon I went for a walk in the misting rain.

The fire hydrant was looking unusually dapper in the overcast.

I like the warp of the world in the driveway mirror.

I couldn't get a closer picture without intruding on this tree's yard, but it had magnificent lichen.

Buds unfazed by recent snowfall.

Whatever species of plant or process of decay produced this moth-effect, I admire it.

spatch pronounced this wintered-out rose hip the dormant phase of Audrey II.
I am feeling especially scraped thin and valueless, but
selkie sent me a bonanza of tinned fish, so that for dinner I had coconut curry sardines and olive-and-pepper mackerel, and
spatch brought me home a bag of intensely tropical Hi-Chews as a surprise dessert, all of which made a nice change-up from my traditional habits of eating treyf sandwiches on matzah. I read Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary (2021) on the recommendation of N. and enjoyed very much how it functions like a Heinleinian hard sf novel where a level head and a slide rule can solve all problems only without the slide rule or the level head. Georgette Heyer's A Blunt Instrument (1938) could have done without its obligatory inclusion of antisemitism, but I appreciate the romantic pairing of its long-lashed, willowy, deprecatingly vague hero and its blunt-spoken, crop-haired, monocle-wearing heroine. She writes novels and he was last seen wandering around the Balkans. They should have a great time in a different mystery.
sholio has written most excellent B5 fic. I like the idea of the Odyssey having a moment.

The fire hydrant was looking unusually dapper in the overcast.

I like the warp of the world in the driveway mirror.

I couldn't get a closer picture without intruding on this tree's yard, but it had magnificent lichen.

Buds unfazed by recent snowfall.

Whatever species of plant or process of decay produced this moth-effect, I admire it.

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Not many of them, really! I've never been as fond of them as the historicals, and re-reading only convinced me I was right. But I do like No Wind of Blame the most; They Found Him Dead was fun, and I can't part with Behold Here's Poison which always sticks in my mind, for both Randall and the disturbing method of murder. I didn't re-read Penhallow as I hated it as a teen, but I picked it up again recently in a charity shop and thought now that I'm not a teenager and know that it's a complete subversion, I might even enjoy all these unpleasant people coming to no good, and then I've gone through the whole lot of them, and at least I'll know where I stand with them all. XD
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I appreciate your service! I will check out No Wind of Blame and Behold Here's Poison if I don't have to knock myself out getting hold of them. (A Blunt Instrument came from the ever-fruitful Malden Public Library.) I look forward to hearing what you think of Penhallow. We always had her romances in the house when I was growing up, but the crime novels are a relatively recent discovery and not one I feel all that impelled to pursue.