So, things yesterday didn’t go the way I planned. I am a mood reader, and after I announced that I would be reading The Romance Revival, I just…didn’t want to. Unfortunately, I wanted to want to read it, so I kept trying and getting distracted by meditation apps and book shopping, and sour patch kids
I finished a book last night, around 2 am, and my first thought was “I’m still awake…I should get a head start on tomorrow’s blog post.” Friends, that way lies madness. I am someone who is quite prone to hyperfocus, and doing something I love so hard that, after a fashion, I don’t love it
Remember read-a-thon? You would keep people to pledge a certain amount of money per book (I think it was per book as per page would be onerous) and you would keep a list of what you read, and at the end of the month, collect whatever money you raised for whatever cause you were shilling
When I was a kid, I was in a gifted program that was run out of a local historical society. For one day per week, I and the other future disappointments would convene at this museum and do things. Some of it was crap, some of it was useful, and some of it I probably
In March, Kevin and I (along with our friends Paul and Jenn, aka the baby sister that my mother was too selfish to give me) went on a cruise through the Panama Canal. 10-year-old me would be thrilled. NGL, 59-year-old me was pretty thrilled, too. The thing about the canal that surprised me, though, was
So, after a year of waking up every day and not having much to say, this morning, my brain chose violence. I’m still not sure WHAT I have to say, but, honestly, I think I am just tired of this page having a date on it that’s so far in the past. But that’s how
It’s a weird new year. We are all sick (well, except for FL) (but including Lois and Richard) and I’ve been not taking any gummies, less they interfere with the otc cold medicine. So sleep has been weird. The one thing I have noticed off my meds (I mean, I have a med card so
In the blog previous to this blog, the late, lamented 52.blog, I used to participate weekly in a meme called “The Sunday Post” which was a chance to share news, and anything book-related from the week that didn’t warrant its own post. Because this is a more general blog, if there’s news, I have probably
The things I will think about to avoid thinking abut what’s going on in Washington. So, I tell people I am a hard introvert. I prefer being alone to almost any other state, I crave quiet and the comfort of a completely empty schedule. People exhaust me. I want a comfy chair, a good book,
At the end of what I am told is the longest month on record since we started tracking such things in the mid-fourteenth century, here’s where we are: Yep. That about sums it up. Best book I read this month was Think Twice by the incomparable Harlan Coben. But it’s the—I don’t know, twelfth?—book in
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