This will be a long day in the office for my beloved. She will be free sometime between seven and eight o’clock in the evening. As we were saying goodbye after our morning coffee, she pointed at the snow that was falling quite thickly all around us: “A great day for Proust!” My face first crumpled and then lit up. “I’ll be ‘prousting’ all day long,” I made quotation marks in the air with my fingers, “from the verb ‘to proust’.” What better time for the literary exercise than a long afternoon minus my beloved plus inclement weather.