Several inches of snow over in Buffalo, I read. No snow here, aside from a few minutes this afternoon of big fat ugly wet snowflakes raining down like sodden confetti. I am imagining a vast warehouse-sized library or megabookstore whose floor-to-ceiling shelves display all their books face-out, the way movie-rental stores do, and wondering what it would look like. My Amazon.com books still have not arrived after two weeks … the bastards must have cottoned on to my frequent over-the-border ordering habits, and are now punishing me for it, making me wait three weeks instead of the usual eight days. Or is Canada Post to blame? Canada Post, pioneering the innovative four-day mail week. (They claim to operate Monday through Friday, but I can’t remember the last time we received mail on a Monday.) I phoned our apartment rep this morning to harass him over what he’s going to do about the maddening sound of dripping water inside our otherwise lovely apartment’s ceiling (condensation, we surmise); his voicemail greeting was still for Thursday and featured him saying I’ll be tied up in court all afternoon, but please leave your message…