We gave ourselves a snow day today - the first day that we haven't taken at least one walk (and usually two) for months and months. Admittedly, it wasn't very snowy - although there seemed to be more in the air, blowing sideways, than on the ground - but it was cold and unappetizing, and Alice had her first two Zoomy classes of the semester to teach, and my day started at 3 a.m. with a Zoom meeting in London. In a parallel universe, I would have been in London today, and at a conference in Paris this coming weekend ... instead of which, all's in little rectangles, once again. So I fortified myself, at an ungodly hour, with a deep mug of strong coffee, and oatcakes and Marmite, and soldiered on through ... It will be an early night tonight. Can this really, truly, be the last night of Trump's horrible, horrific presidency?
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