Can hardly keep myself awake, and it’s 2.30 in the afternoon — one of those drizzly, dark days. Luckily I went to the LCBO before the rain started and bought a good French Côtes du Rhône, though I won’t open it for a few more hours. Dark chocolate almonds, stem ginger cookies, and more coffee.
Celebrating the conviction of the cold-blooded murderers of Ahmaud Arbery. At last, after the disgusting travesty that was the Kyle Rittenhouse verdict, justice.
I’ve a new rule: no scrolling on FB or IG before 5 p.m., when I’m having my first glass of wine and my brain starts to melt. Let It Be is on Disney+ today, SCREAM!, but I’m not going to watch the first episode, because I’m going to see it in a cinema on Saturday with a crowd of other Beatle people. I can’t wait.
Two terrific shows I recommend: the Australian series Wakefield on Crave, about a mental hospital in a remote place and the people who work and are treated there; and Sort Of, a CBC show that’s well written, clever, entertaining, starring Bilal Baig as a gender fluid East Asian nanny. Yes, you heard that right. Last night, a doc on the immune system in which I learned that massage ups your immune responses. Must take advantage of that. Also that excessive alcohol diminishes those responses. We get to define ‘excessive’ for ourselves.
And sorry to have to do this, but I do: my furnished basement apartment is available as of January 1. In a great location, downtown but tranquil, $1700 a month everything included: high speed wifi, utilities, even bedding. Believe me, for Cabbagetown, that’s reasonable. This is how a writer whose books are not on the bestseller lists keeps herself solvent. Please get in touch — email@example.com — if you know anyone who might be right.