Long chatty phone call with Mom this morning and discovered yet another proof of having inherited a sense of humour virtually identical to hers ... had sent her for Mother's Day, among other things, a copy of the 50th anniversary reprint of Peg Bracken's I Hate to Cook Book, figuring it would amuse her as much as it did me (we both dislike cooking and only do it, and do it reasonably well, because we like decent food) ... learned during the call that Bracken was one of Mom's favourite columnists when I was little. I, of course, discovered her much later, finding and buying her book about traveling ("But I Wouldn't Have Missed It for the World!") in secondhand form in my own young adulthood. :-)
A little knitting, a lot of reading of mystery anthologies, and listening to Brit comedy today. And watching the grass turn to green so fast that the process is visible to the human eye, now that it's finally ***fingers crossed*** spring!