Noises off, puzzles

This van appeared  early today, three guys drinking coffee, unloading tubs of tools, I'm guessing sheetrocking, next door. 

My curiosity is up, and I suspect whatever they're doing will be noisy. 

Yesterday, still pushing to get well, Joanne's whole month with what was probably this virus, is looking familiar -- starting week four. I think after 80 it takes longer to recover. 

Anyway better than I was, not well, but I managed to get to the gas station since the tank was very low, the car, not mine, though that's true too.

I was amazed to see how different the station looked since I last gassed up three months ago, completely different, pumps in the wrong place, different card system, a car wash where the repair bay was,  attendant not the usual brusque Polish one, a brusque Indian one. 

Then later I realized I gone to the one further down  the block from my usual one. I'd come from a different direction, turned in too soon.  Easily baffled, me. 

About attendants: where I live it's illegal to pump your own gas, always attendants do it. My brusque Polish guy usually tuts at the state of my windows and washes them all. 

Yes that's not a typo, about three months. Between little driving, a small car and a fuel saving function turned on, I'm not the oil company's keenest customer. 

And I made it on the way home to the puzzle collection library, where I found the offerings sparse, probably people borrowed for the holidays, no cat puzzle. But I found this

A two sided puzzle, didn't know there were such things. Cheerful flowers on both sides. 

So I tried The Golden Bough, and read far enough to discover why it came up in Some Tame Gazelle as a possible source for sermon material. That was my main reason for borrowing it.

I found out. It's written exactly like the Victorian style endless sermons, with references to mythology, given by Archdeacon Hoccleve, the character in question! 

Ah, a little in-joke. Pym getting in a dig at the real Frazer and her fictional Hoccleve both at once. So, satisfied with my research (!) I happily returned it. She's a brilliant writer, the gift that keeps repaying rereading. Not so much Frazer. 

I'm currently rereading her A Glass of Blessings. 

Today I don't think I'll go to the knitting group, not quite up it, also just in case, not wanting to expose the group to this virus. 

We don't know all that much about transmission, so I'll do the boring grownup thing and skip it. One of these days I'll get back. Meanwhile I'm between knitting projects and might do some work on the little basket from daylily string.

Meanwhile here's a puzzle with as far as I know, one answer.

Funny clues only please. No answers yet.

Happy day everyone,  stay curious. Or nosy, if that's your preference. I think I'm part cat, always interested in what's going on out the window. I just have to find out what's up next door.