I was so close to packing my sweaters, boots, and slippers away, you guys. I even pulled out my summer clothes and moved everything into my closet over those few 80 degree days last week. But we all knew it was too good to be true, at least for good. We didn’t get the snow some thought we might, but a weekend of gloomy, cold rain is enough to put me in the dumps and make me wish for real Spring. I just want to get some plants on my porch without fear!
I’m still working my way through Jung Yun’s Shelter, but not because I’m not enjoying it. I threw the week’s reading time into finishing up The Song Machine in time for Saturday’s book club and Sunday was a sleepy, gloomy-weathered TV fest that didn’t include many books. I decided to break from the fiction-nonfiction cycle I’ve been working with for a while now year and hope that Sunday’s on the Phone to Monday by Christine Reilly, which is one I’ve really been looking forward to, will be “‘The Middlesteins’ meets ‘The Virgin Suicides'” it claims to be.