I have absolutely no idea where this week went. Spring always seems to get busy with work as students move toward testing and this week was no exception. I’d usually use the weekend to do…not much, but my husband and I decided to tackle our dining room this time around. We spent two days painting and stenciling with little sponges and I’m pretty sure standing on my tiptoes on a ladder will come back to get me over the next few days.
That meant there wasn’t much time for reading, so I’m still working my way through The Gunning of America, but it’s fantastic. I’m underlining a ridiculous amount and I’m still pretty early in. I’m also going for some dark, historical whaling with The North Water, which has made me think quite a bit about my weird pull toward some polar opposites in fiction.