At 11 a.m. on Tuesday, it's still 34 degrees with wind. I'm just thankful that this is not downtown Dallas, where the wind drives down the tunnels between office buildings. ::brrrrr::

I didn't go to the library yesterday, so wound up reading an excerpt of Cynthia Propper Seton's I Think Rome is Burning (1962) from a 1963 copy of Nelson Doubleday's Best-in-Books. This particular book is a journal. She was also a newspaper columnist and novelist.

Sharp and funny she was, and I'd like to read more. She was of the same generation as Betty Friedan, educated at Smith, married with five children. Everything she wrote is out of print as far as I can tell.

I wonder if Miss Sarah's mother might have read her? Or Peg?

UPDATE: Down to 33 degrees at 2 p.m., and radar is showing us in the pink (sleet) zone. No precipitation as of yet.

I bought several of Ms. Seton's books from used bookstores through Amazon. Some were as low as $.01, with $3.49 shipping. Not at all bad.