I took the day off work to go to my Aunt Rachel's funeral, and it turned out to be a good idea, as I have been feeling under the weather all day...just very tired and headachy. We took a spin into the cottage since we were in the neighbourhood, and Iain waded through the above-the-knee snow to pick up the last of the vinyl collection that I'm moving to digital. The snow was deeper in some spots: Mom's garden fence, which stands over three feet, was invisible in some places.
When we got home, Iain made me a nice hot toddy, and I snoozed on the couch until Tim Brennan called to invite us out for supper. I couldn't work up the berries to go anywhere, so I sent Iain on his own. He just called, and is planning to stay there overnight, as a bottle of wine is being uncorked, so I should be able to get to bed early and get lots of rest. Hopefully that will eliminate whatever it is I'm fighting! I also hope to finish - or close to it - 'Shake Hands With The Devil', which I've been reading for a few weeks. I'm usually a slow reader, but this book is being more difficult than some. Dallaire writes in detail about the Rwanda mission, to the point where I can't keep track of all the different people, movements and organizations (UNAMIR, RDP, RGP, Interahamwe, DKNY - wait a minute, that's not right, is it? - but you get the idea). An interesting, sad, infuriating story, which casts the UN and all the power countries in a very poor light.