We’ve been having an incredibly mild winter in Calgary — to the point where I was able to get my bike out and go for a ride this Sunday. And Monday. And Tuesday. And would have yesterday, if I’d been home. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the forty-below temperatures to come in with it, but so far…so lovely.
Meanwhile? I’m reading my way through a sci-fi novel I picked up in the States: Clean by Alex Hughes. It’s got a gritty feel to it — a police procedural, but with telepathy. I’m only a little way in, but I like the voice and the worldbuilding is interesting. I’ve got Barchester Towers on the go in the evenings, before bed. I’ve discovered a liking for Anthony Trollope. And I’m still lovingly making my way through Among the Selkirk Glaciers by William Spotswood Green. I picked it up in Banff a couple of years ago, and it’s such a delightful book that I’m having a very slow, deliberate read of it. Spotswood Green strikes me as somebody who would have been really fun to know.