What was I listening to at the time? "Weird Al" Yankovic. I'd been listening to each of his albums yesterday starting with the first, and was up to 2003's Poodle Hat. I only paused in my reading when the insane-even-by-Al's-standards "Bob" came on, because I thought that song might be too distracting from the book's mood. But yeah. Juxtaposition. I do it.*
Good day to read, by the way. Snow and then freezing rain, both less likely in Portland than you'd think, so we don't get used to it, and we've been told to hunker down. Last night I went to the next book in my pile, Stephen King's new Dark Tower novel The Wind Through the Keyhole. Very easy to slip back into that world, some nine years after I read the entire series. I also think I've been missing King's prose; I last read Firestarter, the rare King book that didn't do much for me.
It might be non-treacherous enough for me to go walking. I do know breakfast places within, oh, 25 blocks of me are open and have bacon... (Will I get larger? Stay tuned!)
* Due to needing-to-sleep reasons, I ended my Weird Al listen-along with his 2006 album Straight Outta Lynnwood and didn't yet get to 2011's Alpocalypse. Should've started earlier, but I still like the music choices I made yesterday before Weird Al: Art Brut's first album (I'd wanted something that would make me smile) and the final Oingo Boingo concert from 1995.