Earworms and Owls

I am slowly getting back into the London swing of things. While I was in Istanbul I could not get the song "Istanbul not Constantinople" out of my head -- at least it's a good song, but it was still an earworm that was making me crazy. It has now subsided somewhat, a sure sign that I'm getting back to normal. (I almost always have a tune of some kind going through my brain, often subconsciously. At just this moment it's a k.d. lang song, "Sorrow Nevermore.")

This morning I'm off to a book store to try to track down a book for a student. The library ordered it from Amazon but it's on back-order and not due to arrive for more than a month, so I thought I'd try some local shops. It would be nice if she could have it to read during the winter break.

Here is a belated addition to the Wine Zoo -- Horny Owl from South Africa, which we came across in a wine shop on Sunday evening and bought solely for the amusing label. (I'm a very shallow wine buyer. I freely admit it.) Actually it was pretty good!

(Top photo: Doors near Bond Street in Mayfair, the Sunday before Thanksgiving.)