A thumping Thursday

Started cold and wet, wound up sunny and promising a better tomorrow; lots of errands done, and it was hard to have to come back inside out of the zephyrous air.
Decided I couldn't stand any more of Pynchon's contortions and cartwheels, so I switched to Paul Theroux's The Happy Isles of Oceana, an account of his travels, often by folding kayak, in and around many Pacific islands after his marriage was foundering. I have always appreciated his rather cranky voice, and it's loud and clear and painfully humorous thus far.