- The sun is shining. Even when it’s cold as fuck out, I need the sun. My internal clock is set to the light and when it’s grey all day long I can’t ever tell what time it is by looking out the window. This makes me feel groggy all damn day. Yesterday was that day.
- Lunch was cancelled. I haven’t seen my FFJ for about 73 years & my craving for pad thai is so great it might crush me and yet when she had to nurse a sick kid, I was relieved because. . .
- . . . Sister #4 invaded Supergenius HQ (a day earlier than expected) Wednesday for the Thanksgiving Holiday, but she left for a conference in DC and won’t be back until late, late Sunday night, which means I get to spend the day blissfully alone.
- This means I don’t have to wear a real bra.
- Or any pajamas when I go to bed tonight.
- In fact, if I so choose I don’t have to wear any real clothes until Sunday.
- I have enough everything in the house for the next two days: coffee, chocolate, food, and, if I so choose to imbibe, gin.
- Even though I don’t drink very often just the idea that gin exists and is in my house makes me pretty happy.
- Did I mention the brussel sprouts for lunch? I will eat them while watching my newest TV pleasure that makes me feel like a dirty old woman Ravenswood.
- Speaking of those B.S. Gratitude lists that plagued Facebook for the first few weeks of November it seems most everyone I still allow in my News Feed has run out of things to be grateful about. This makes me laugh and laugh, because I am evil.
- I had donut holes for breakfast. They were delicious.
- I’m 571 pages into The Goldfinch with 200 pages still to go and I’m not bored or annoyed with it at all.
- There are very many things to write and work on (for both pay and personal pleasure).
- Paco sitting in the window soaking up the sun.
- Also, finally, it is my friend Kurtis‘ birthday. Hooray for Kurtis!
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I was just saying yesterday that one of the unique things about “The Goldfinch” is that I’m like 150 pages in and haven’t been bored by a single page of it. I’m glad that continues. So good!
It is so good. I do a lot of soap-opera dramatic gasping while I’m reading it because it continually surprises me. I think this is one of those that might throw me into a book depression when I’m done and I kind of can’t wait.
There have been a few times when I’ve been screaming in my head for a character to do this or do that but they don’t and I get the good kind of mad.
I can’t wait until we can discuss the whole thing. I don’t want to spoil anything so you can have the same dramatic gasps.
This was one of those books where I worked really hard to avoid everything written about it and I’m so glad.