The American Day

It is one of those crisp early winter days today. A wide blue sky with wisps of cloud, a chill in the air, leaves still clinging to the trees, and everything bright and clear. The campus is almost deserted as everyone has gone home for Thanksgiving, and there's no food to be had either. Went up the road to Mickey Finn's in Woodstock and had a short stack of pancakes for breakfast, yum yum. I felt pleasantly saturated with sugar. Following breakfast Charlotte and I went to the Bubble Tea place, because a trip to Woodstock is wasted without Bubble Tea. They seem to know us there now, and we have an impressive number of stamps on our loyalty cards. The rest of today I will spend trying to get some work done. I am reading Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart, also Grice's Logic and Conversation: both pretty dull. At least everything is quiet today.

Bubble Tea vignette:

"Do you think Bubble Tea counts as a meal, or a drink?"
"Well it certainly isn't a square meal."
"But it is more than a drink."
"I think you could call it an experience."

P.s. They seem to know us in Mickey Finn's too, because we keep coming in for quiz night. Also today I noticed that all the lamps over the tables are in the shape of salmon.