Apparently I didn't miss much of a game (or commercials) yesterday, though I did catch some of the half-time "entertainment" during dinner;  instead I spent my time finishing up The Great Alone.  (I did enjoy it, though it isn't on the same level as The Nightingale.)  Hadn't realized Kristen Hannah had gotten the title from a line in The Shooting of Dan McGrew, another one of Robert Service's poems Dad used to recite.

I'm looking forward to floating to the top of the Hold list for her newest book, The Four Winds.  At the moment I'm 64th in line... out of 217 current requests.

Off in a bit for my annual mammogram.