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Tell me what could possibly be drearier than c-board from the Belnord Cafeteria?
Today's achievements: coughing, sneezing, running a fever; reading a bunch of pulp and suspense fiction. Laundry. Admiring the flooding sepia-tone sunlight of this time of year. Concluding the last time I felt like this was quite possibly sixth grade, when I celebrated winter break with simultaneous mono and chicken pox. Holy blap.
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Yes! Last night I was reading Helen Eustis' The Horizontal Man (1946)—a very odd, very interesting, and to my mind slightly unsuccessful, although beautifully written novel of suspense set at a fictional women's college—and though I believe the geographical setting is never specified by state, the story is taking place in early winter and the light is utterly recognizable. I was not at all surprised to find out that the author based Hollymount College on her own alma mater, Smith. The campus has recognizable Massachusetts trees.