Thanks to those of you who’ve expressed concern. I’m better today than yesterday, which was better than Friday. No idea what this is; something’s wrong, but it’s not causing pain like it did. I hope to speak to a doctor tomorrow. In the meantime, after a hint of spring, it’s cold and snowy out there — a good time to hunker down.

Last night I hunkered by watching Beans, a Canadian film about the Oka crisis in Quebec in 1990, told from the Indigenous point of view by a Mohawk filmmaker who lived through it. It’s a flawed film, too pointed and tidy in its arc and conclusions, but absolutely worth seeing. The young star, Kiawentiio, is wonderful, and it’s good to be reminded we Canadians can be vile and racist too. As if the convoy didn’t remind us enough. 

I keep forgetting that at this time of year, the cardinals are on the hunt for mates and like what they see in the bits of mirror propped against the ivy in the garden. A female kept fluttering back and forth pecking at herself, though why she was trying to attract another female I’m not sure. Or maybe she was trying to drive the rival away. Had to go and stick newspaper over the mirror, to shoo her away. In the snow – rabbit tracks. The beasts are getting through the winter. Time for more seed in the feeder. 

Maybe I’ll bake something today. Nah. 

If Ukraine could be saved by the good wishes of just about everyone on the planet, it’d be golden. If only. 

The medal count at the Paralympic games!

And for your entertainment, a list of givens from the movie world: