I’m currently reading A God in Ruins by Kate Atkinson. It’s not so much a sequel to Life After Life, but rather a parallel book. So far it’s been very well-written, but sad. Not tragically so, but just a constant, slow thrum of love and loss. The main character, Teddy Todd, was a WWII pilot for the Royal Air Force and as I was riding the train home I started a chapter that described the sorties he and his crew made. I was so caught up in the action that I missed my train stop and ended up having to catch a westbound train back to my station.
I’m already assembling my Show Us Your Books post for December – a big ol’ catch-up post.
This morning I requested another 15 names from the Postcards to Voters list and began writing them out while I had coffee in the city. It’s therapeutic in that I feel like I’m doing something while the country screams at each other.
I did two runthroughs of my presentation today and I’m up to 41 minutes without questions or audience interaction. I’m almost where I want to be. My goal is to get to 45 minutes. This talk will either be fantastic or I will be an embarrassment to my profession. There is no in between.
Yesterday’s cookies? DELICIOUS. They are huge and chewy and smell like heaven. A++, will bake again.
Tomorrow morning I’m getting my hair done – I’d like to get 2 inches trimmed and the color adjusted. I’m also going full Christmas this weekend. Haul out the holly…it’s time. I already have the list of cookie dough that I’m going to freeze. BRING IT, SANTA.
(and just like that, I’ve blogged every day for over a week)
