
we've not moved, really, since we saw yesterday morning's weather, other than to force the cat out of the back door to go and do his business. batten down the hatches and call in sick to work. logs on fire, kettle boiled, bookshelves raided, and whatever's in the cupboards for dinner. snow scrooge for 2009. thanks to Bix for making it all such a pleasure. we came across this jazz man in our first job, selling sheet music, jazz CDs and children's violins to the good citizens who needed them. he brought joy to dull afternoons then, and [...]