It is winter (with liberal doses of fiction).

It is winter, and I am knitting the second sleeve of a cardigan that I won't likely finish til next winter. My ambition is to cook a meal of Italian wedding soup, spinach quiche and beet salad on Tuesday, for when Hooman and Mitra return. I'm not sure what to make for dessert.

Today, I'm just lazing around in my pajamas and browsing through online shopping catalogues, looking at dresses and blousons. Yesterday I woke up at noon, after getting home from work at seven in the morning (!). I spent 20 hours at the office due to a combination of my own inefficiency as well as circumstances beyond my control. But mostly it was due to circumstances beyond my control. The amazing thing was that I was awake the entire time. Adrenaline.

Once I left, I headed to Port Authority and took the Washington Street bus, which lets off near the bagel shop where I could get an egg-and-cheese. It was lucky for me that Ihsan was selling ponchos from her women's cooperative and that I was able to buy her last poncho (in a muted blue, which Thierry said made me look like a schtroumpf). It was a cold morning. The poncho seems to be 100% wool. It kept me warm while I was out on the street. It also kept me warm at the office where they had turned off the heat due to the Capital Master Plan*.

Sharon Van Buerle said her office at DC-2 was freezing as well.

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*Not really. But it felt like it.