Feast your eyes! Aint it glorious? The Snow Monkeys are 2017 League of Accommodations fantasy football champions. Final score…
In all fairness, it’s all thanks to Todd Gurley and the Carolina Panthers D truly stepped up for my Monkeys.
Ah, victory tastes as sweet as a double chocolate mocha!
So, I’m blazing through my final reads of the year in preparation for my annual Best Books of 2017 blog post. This has been my best reading year since 2014 with a lot of great candidates, but I’m vacillating over how extensive I should make the list. When all is said and done, I’ll have read a staggering 250 books on the year, 125 of them 2017 releases. So, I’m thinking a top 25? What do you think?
Since touching down in Montreal, Akemi and I have settled into a nice little routine. Every morning, we wake up at 6:00 a.m. with Suji who, unlike Lulu, is not a sleeper-inner, and then lie in bed, hoping against hope that she eventually drifts off and allows us a few more hours of snooze time (Spoiler alert! She never does!). Then, after taking the dogs out, we hop in the car, laptops in tow, and head over to a quaint little coffee shop in Pointe-Claire Village (Victor Rose, a cafe so quaint that Akemi says it reminds her of something out of Ghibli movie) where we update our online lives over London Fogs (for her) and double chocolate mochas (for me!). Then, back to mom’s for lunch and whatever she has planned (Today, for instance, it’s a double-dose of visits with the relatives). We usually culminate our evenings with dinner with my sister and Daisy, then it’s home for an early bedtime and two hours of reading.
Just between us, you know what I really hate? New Year’s Eve. Growing up, no event was more overrated than the ringing in of the New Year. I hate champagne. And, as I’ve matured, my bedtime has gotten earlier and earlier. Last year, I could barely keep my eyes open. My attempts to observe UK Greenwich Mean Time, just for this single occasion, have been roundly dismissed. This year, I’m going to try setting the house clocks ahead three hours, play a recording of 2016’s New Year’s Even Live and hope nobody notices. Wish me luck!