Nothing like pulling on a pair of wooly socks, the pair I bought ("Maggie's Organics") in the Point Reyes Station supermarket on New Year's Day while we were at the meat counter ordering sandwiches. We ate them (the sandwiches) in the vacant lot across the street sitting on stumps with lots of other people, quite a crowd considering there was a football game, if I'm not mistaken, on tv. Then we had a long walk, with Tomales Bay on one side and the Pacific Ocean on the other, and when we got back the sun was setting, stars etc. By the time we unparked it was dark and skunks were foraging in the day's trash.
Meanwhile, reading an old Paris Review Interview with Yves Bonnefoy, I realized that Adrienne Monnier's famous Paris bookshop on the Rue de l'Odéon (the original, Sylvia Beach's Shakespeare & Co was across the street) was located in the building where I used to go to get my hair cut: a narrow ground floor shop with the colorists at the back overlooking a little courtyard, the stylists at the front, and the pedicurist trundling her trolley of nail polishes back and forth between the two. Imagine!
I really love my socks. I'm reading Mrs Dalloway and Christopher Hitchens.