Feel it in the sound of water touching all the rocks

Rabbit, rabbit! The streets are flooded with freezing sun and the novelette of "As the Tide Came Flowing In" has made the 2022 Locus Recommended Reading List. I am delighted and surprised and honored. The company is very fine. A magnet has arrived in the mail from minoanmiss: the mutual domestication of cats and humans. I must feed our semi-domesticated houseguests and I am off for water with rushthatspeaks.

Your mind working out this salty little scene

The water rushthatspeaks and I found was at Castle Island. It was brilliantly cold and almost deserted, the crushed mirror of the waves as harsh and richly blue as the dissolving sky. We identified the planes coming in to Logan as predators or prey by their countershading or aposematic coloration.

( Today you say you found an upturned crab. )

We collected dinner on the way home from Mamaleh's: a corned beef Reuben for me, a pastrami Reuben for Rush-That-Speaks, a 50/50 for spatch and the fortuitous discovery in the freezer when I had to wait around for our order—not ideal from a perspective of avoiding other people, but at least they are enough in demand to backlog the kitchen—of a quart of borscht, because Rob and I had just been watching The Talk of the Town (1942). We can eat it with sour cream when the polar vortex cracks the mercury on Friday. I just wish in all this broken-glass brightness it would snow.