chickenfeet

It is cold. I braved the elements yesterday but not today.

I cooked a lot. Giant batches of garbure, daube and choucroute. The freezer is well stocked.

I listened to the rugby. No surprises really.

I watched La Strada. I really liked it. It reminded me, by turns, of a morality play and a very elegiac Punch & Judy Show. They don't make them like that anymore.

When I was standing in the doorway to the office, Jane jumped up on my shoulder. She hasn't done that since she was a little kitten. I like having a shoulder cat.

Tomorrow I have the salt mines and a doctor's appointment.