On a rainy day only some weeks ago mr Dog and I walked to one of the few remaining record stores and bought a cheap collection of Leonard Cohen songs; the first CD I had bought in ten years. The songs are of such supreme and transcendant beauty that I can only digest one or two at a time (and didn’t want to continue to do it on YouTube). In the weeks before mr Dog’s death I was obsessed with this song. How odd life is. How odd this year is.