I am feeling a little bit weirder than usual lately because WEATHER. It rained here a whole lot and we all died from the mold allergies and were resurrected only to die again from SO MANY BUGS and now it's just sort of humid and gross and my sinuses are SO ANGRY and I've been drinking hot toddies in July, which is wrong.
Also, I keep opening books only to read things like, "It was November, and frosty leaves crunched underfoot..." or "Winter's icy grip did something icy and wintery..." and I just can't read books like that in the summer, y'all. I have to read summer books in the summer and fall books in the fall, und so weiter, and also sometimes when I buy a nice drinking glass I hide it from the rest of the family so that I'm the only one who can use it! What? Ow, my sinuses! So angry!
I did find a book to read, though: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. This is my first time reading this particular book and as I go along I have to remind myself that it was written umpteen years ago and that the casual cruelty of small boys has been
But blogging is okay. Right? This is going well? Yeah, I'm pretty sure.