My lunch meeting with my publisher yesterday was canceled, so I suddenly found myself with an hour or so of free time. I decided to try to get a little Christmas shopping done.
Walking around in the gloomy, drizzly day reminded me so much of walking around my old neighbourhood back in London. You know, if London were 75 degrees Fahrenheit in December (didn't it just snow the other day?).
(An aside: you know what's weird? Blogging like this, with mostly images and fewer words, feels far more intimate than blogging the way I usually do. I can't really explain why, but it does.
Does it feel this way to you, as well?)