Putting the clocks back delivers a shock to the system- dumping us into winter overnight. Ailz blames it for the way she's feeling- as if her head were melting and running down her neck, she says.
I'm buying books to keep me going through the long dark evenings.
Alan Garner's Treacle Walker. (Garner is 85 and we thought Boneland- his attempt to justify and rectify The Weirdstone of Brisingamen- which he'd come to despise- was almost certainly his swansong. I love Alan Garner.)
All 5 volumes of Dolores Cannon's Convoluted Universe. (I've read them -twice- on Kindle, but they're the sort of books you want to dip into and refer back to- and nothing beats printed paper for that kind of accessibility. If there are books that better explain the universe in all its strangeness-insofar as it can be explained to us funny little critters with our limited brain power- I don't know what they are.)
These should keep me going for a while. And when I'm done with them there's Dombey and Son...