It's only eight, right?

[sovay]

Tonight in the basement of the Harvard Book Store where the part of the HVAC which replaced the original location of mysteries and crime makes enough industrial noise for me to wear earplugs while browsing, I gestured a choice of directions at a T-junction of shelves to a woman laden with bags in both hands who responded in an immediate tone of cheerful accusation, "You're half a man," and then before I could say anything and see which way she reacted, "Half and half. Cream. I'm just kidding," on which she turned around and left the way she came. Happy Saturday before Christmas?

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[sovay]

I came to leave you good wishes, Gentlethem, as we cross toward the longest night;
I left saying “Bzuh?”

It was like six seconds out of the fiction of M. John Harrison! The part where passing conversations seem to have beamed in from the next planet over!

(If she meant you cut a dapper figure, well, yeah.)

I was dressed normally! Scarf! Hat! Gloves! It's not that warm in the basement of the Harvard Book Store!

(It is not being the best approach to winter. Thank you. Light, same.)

*hugs*