Day 41 - Mysteries

The rain goes on unabated. Cities in Brasil flooded, homes lost. I look at my garden and appreciate our good fortune.

Picked an Agatha Christie from our library, Thirteen at Dinner. Inside, a friend’s inscription from September 2000, when I was leaving Montreal after completing my university studies.

Agatha was my first crush, when I was 8 years old. The affair lasted until I was 12 and discovered Stephen King.

The kittens are licking each other on the sofa. Mom is still in her pyjamas, watching morning TV. I’m on my third coffee.

After lunch, I’ll lie down with Agatha.