The past two nights it’s been down to near freezing. Tomorrow it will be 72 and from Tuesday through Thursday, at least, it will flirt with 80°, going only down to the 60s overnight. Weird, weird weather.
Had a brief scare yesterday when I opened my wallet and discovered that my credit card wasn’t in the slot it always occupies. Thought back to the last time I’d seen/used it, which was Thursday evening at a local restaurant. Checked up with the company and found no charges since then. Had to wait for the staff to arrive at the restaurant to learn that it was there in their cash register. I’ve never done that before. I wasn’t looking forward to having to go through all the automatic charge places to update with new card information.
Watched the last two episodes of Burn Notice on Friday. Guess you could call the finale “The Spy Who Came in from the Cold,” except that was the worst digital cold breath I’ve ever seen. It looked like a special effect from an old Star Trek episode. On the other hand, the two episodes worked well. Of course they relied on the old special-forces-who-are-the-worst-shots-ever scenario (only to have Fi say that she wouldn’t make it 10 feet because of them a moment later). Yet again Michael is taken somewhere covert near the end to be questioned/debriefed (that’s getting a little tired) but the resolution means that next season has the possibility of going in an entirely new direction, which is kind of exciting.
For years I tried to find an affordable copy of The 100-Year Christmas by David Morrell. Copies of the Donald M. Grant edition typically went for over $300. Then my buddy Dave Hinchberger a the Overlook Connection published a new edition with illustrations by Cortney Skinner, who I know from NECON. Actually, I think the whole plan to do the reprint came together at a NECON. Dave sent me a copy earlier this year. I’d looked through the book but hadn’t read the story until this weekend. After I finished reading Fannie Flagg’s I Still Dream About You to my wife, I decided to read this. A nice, sweet, seasonal story in a gorgeous volume. Next up, I’ll read Bertie’s Christmas by Alexander McCall Smith, which was published in The Scotsman yesterday. Still reading I’d Know You Anywhere by Laura Lippman on my Kindle, too. She’s a fine writer.
