Now that I am single I will not be fashionably bullied into anything. Oh yes, also bought six new crystal glasses, the kind you can wrap nicely in your fist as the ice cubes tinkle. Chivas must not be sipped from bathroom tumblers. It was a dark and stormy night. My cat Stokely nosed against the window to the balcony heedless of the weather, which was cold and blowing, with snowflakes the size of pizzas falling by our 18th-floor balcony.
Cats are confused about weather.
Stokely expected it to be a balmy evening in July, with chickadees perched on the railing. When the door slid open and the wintry blast hit him in the face he jumped a foot in the air without bending his knees. All this winter as I wait at the elevator at the CBC Broadcasting Centre people ask me how my winter is going. It's good to 60 below, colder than when Celsius and Fahrenheit coincide. It has warmers in the armpits.