Can you think of a less interesting title? +21 in Lisbon today, that warm in London the week I was there. Only +5 in Regina today. Snow would have fallen, but the season beat it back just enough to keep it at rain, and a light one at that.
Twenty to nine, light still haunted a night-time sky. I do believe we've beaten winter at last.
Tonight I'm wearing one of the shirts I bought in London. First I walked Notting Hill Road in shiny blue running shorts with a bright red running shirt. Not even my sexy Spanish sandals and my flat cap from Lisbon could save that get-up, which I was sure people gawked at from the top of the double-decker buses. Later that day I visited the nearest clothing store, a Gap, and bought three shirts and a pair of non-shiny shorts, which I was prepared to wear out of the store, forgetting about the security fitting clipped onto the right leg.
The shirt worked with my new grandson, who was fussy until I picked him up, wrapped him up tight, and left him no choice but to wave his eyes over the vaguely hallucinogenic pattern I was wearing. He dropped off soundly to sleep. (Not to give all the credit to my shirt--I was humming a down-tempo version of "Please Please Me" at the time.)
This baby doesn't know it yet but he's born into an uncivilized climate. Today I lead a Jane's Walk through it, talking about Hillsdale. And tomorrow I get to work after an unmotivated week at home after my travels, weather promising.