Well, I'm getting a cold, which shouldn't be a surprise, as Owen has one and Carrie is well on the way to having a doozie. The scratch in the back of my throat started this morning, and it hasn't gone away. I will nobly suffer through. Today was an early day, my first in a long while, it feels like. This getting up at 5:30 to catch the train is truly for the birds, but I have got some valuable work done, so that's good.
The weekend was kind of a write-off, unfortunately. Except that on Sunday, Tim, Finn, and I went on a walk in a nearby nature preserve by the lakefront. It was a truly beautiful day, with blue sky and cool air. Although not as cool as Tim feared. At one point, Finnie, having complained of being hot, said she was just glad Tim hadn't forced her into wearing her wooly hat. Her words. Tim and I snuffled quietly at her marvellous vocabulary. That is something I adore in both kids. They use unexpected words in quite wonderful ways (and correctly, too). Wonderful. We were all starving as we came home, so we stopped and got some lunch, which we took back to the house. We were so hungry that we dropped coats on the floor and rushed to the table to open the parcels. Delicious. I hesitate to say it was McDonald's, because it surely tasted like ambrosia.
I've been getting work done, although not nearly as much as I thought I would. I've nearly finished translating The Secret Name of Re, and will begin, at the end of the week, looking into writing commentary on it. I've heard from the Russians about the deadline for getting the article in, and it's March 23, 2010, so no rush there, although it's well on its way to being done.
The weather is slowly, slowly turning colder. There is now enough frost on the ground in the morning to last well into mid-morning and even noon. The forecast says rain for Wednesday on, but I don't believe forecasts that long in advance. We'll just wait and see. Mom and Dad have had snow in Edmonton, although it's gone by noon. Mom says it looks so dreary with all the green leaves left on the trees and the snow. The trees look so sad when that happens, and you feel they're freezing to death.
Well, I'm off to the bathroom, sorry, toilet, and then Vietnamese food and then winter coat shopping at Value Village. I bought one already, but really, it's too small. It does up, but with no room left over for bulky sweaters, and it'll just be too cold. It's really a beautiful coat, though - men's British overcoat, made of wool and cashmere. Gorgeous. Take good care. Thanks so much for the Bill pics, Dodes. Please give my love to Minnie-minn, and that RD rascal. Oh, and the humans can have some, too.
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