March of the giants

A short and bracing walk not too far from home. Meanwhile S was snowshoeing in the Pyrenees with a few of his walking group. Lovely weather for it. I came home and finished my first read of the year: Alexander Masters' A Life Discarded. It wouldn't be to everyone's taste, but I enjoyed it. Last year's books are in yesterday's belated EBCB.

Covid news: the French vaccination strategy is getting increasingly surreal. Having only managed to vaccinate about 300 people since the approval of the vaccine, now the government is going to appoint a citizen's collective to examine the strategy, by picking 35 people at random. We are told they will be "representative of every age group, gender, region, education level, social class, and type of home." Quite a challenge with only 35 people. If they are truly representative of the population, 21 of them will be anti-vaxxers. And what are they actually going to do? Ask questions and challenge the strategy apparently. That will go well.

Sigh. You couldn't make it up. Meanwhile I'm trying to get back into the mindset of being content at home, reading, walking, blipping, watching films. Latest one was Lubitsch's Bluebeard's Eighth Wife -- very silly and amusing, with Gary Cooper and a delightful Claudette Colbert, simultaneously bitchy and charmingly flirtatious.