Forced to cozy up with a good book, but which one? I’m halfway through Salman Rushdie’s The Golden House, a few pages into Tracing Your Irish Ancestors and well  along with W. S. Merwin’s Migrations. So, more nonfiction, poetry, or fiction? A delicious conundrum but as the storm has settled in, Sunday services are called off, and there’s sausage and eggs in the fridge, I can ramble through the day tasting a little of this and a lot of that, even play solitaire or mahjong if I want.

Stay warm and safe, take a Sunday off. See you all next week. Let’s see, I was on page 188 …