it’s still bitterly cold

I didn’t sleep with the window open last night (it’s still bitterly cold), and it’s another picture perfect day except that the morning is about 30 degrees too cool for my tastes. Breakfast with my lawyer, one of several, actually, then work at the bookstore doing readings. Lawyers are like friends, you know, you can just never have too many of either. And mothers, too. Don’t reckon you can have too many of them, either. It’s Mothering Sunday in England, and I got fax from Pa Wetzel as he reminded me that this was English Mother’s Day. According to tradition, though, the live in servants get the day off to visit their mothers. The only live in servants I figure my folks had were me and my sister. Do we get the day off?