Errands of mercy

Last night I walked out into a bitterly cold night to honor some folks who used to work at our fitness joint. Some of them didn't show up, so I sampled an impressive array of holiday cookies and other treats, which fueled me amply for the return home in the even colder air.
More ice hopping today for essentials, and even a trip to work out; the macho new owners were busy loudly training a young woman at the front desk, blaring all kinds of cliched bullshit. I fear for the place's survival.
Well into yet another vintage Le Guin, a novel titled The Dispossessed, circa 1974, which has thus far an interesting idea about a mostly cooperative society compared to a "propertarian" one.