It snowed again last night, though not enough to really cause much trouble with my morning commute. I was in at work by the not unreasonable hour of 8:30 a.m. And the day went by fairly quickly, especially right near the end, when all the steps involved in processing a countersigned book contract somehow made a couple of hours vanish right out from under me.
The bit of Forgotten English on my desk calendar today is “beats the Dutch,” meaning “something extraordinary.” The calendar goes on to inform me that “‘That beats the Dutch and the Dutch beats the Devil’ is the superlative.”
Today was really a Dutch-beating kind of day, but, amazingly enough, it’s the weekend again, so that’s nice.