Stratford is very quiet today, except for the howling wind. All roads in Perth County have been closed since midnight; I guess the cops got tired of collisions and ditchings. Snow plastered to the north side of the house is blocking the windows, so I’m drinking coffee in a sepulchral gloom while the radio plays Luciano Pavarotti singing César Franck’s “Panis angelicus”. We still have electricity, hurrah.

I’m clearly not going anywhere, so I might as well sit with the cats and the weekend papers (on the iPad). Maybe later I’ll run the vacuum cleaner over the parlour rug, but don’t count on it.