Season's greetings

"From it, from the palm of her hand against the palm of his, from their fingers locked together, and from her wrist across his wrist something came from her hand, her fingers and her wrist to his that was as fresh as the first light air that moving toward you over the sea barely wrinkles the glassy surface of a calm, as light as a feather moved across one's lip, or a leaf falling when there is no breeze; so light that it could be felt with the touch of their fingers alone, but that was so strengthened, so intensified, and made so urgent, so aching and so strong by the hard pressure of their fingers and the close pressed palm and wrist, that it was as though a current moved up his arm and filled his whole body with an aching hollowness of wanting"--For Whom the Bell Tolls

The other week my opera group performed Tosca in two concerts.  One was out in Markham so I had to join a carpool to get there.  Before performing we had a potluck dinner and I brought profiteroles.

Debbie and I had lunch at the new Indian restaurant Raahi Kitchen.  The food was pretty good!

I finally had to quit my book club because nobody was coming.  I was about to do Hemingway's Spanish Civil War novel For Whom the Bell Tolls, and now I'm reading it anyway. (I'm also reading Walter Isaacson's Benjamin Franklin biography for my History Meetup.)

We just watched the last season of Ozark on Netflix.  Now we're starting the new Borgen series about Danish politics.

Yesterday Moira and I had lunch with Puitak and Gordon at the Dragon Pearl Chinese buffet in North York.  The range of food isn't as wide as at Mandarin, but that made it easier to avoid overeating.