It's foggy this morning and the pictures in the paper show a snowed in east coast. Well, it is only January. Where I live it's easy to forget. But when we lived in Colorado, January was the coldest month and it would not get above O the whole time. The ice is hard to deal with: on the windshield, sidewalks, the black ice on the roads. Those were the days when I would drive to a nearby mall and stroll the baby round and round and round. That was if I could get out of my own driveway. The garage was behind the house, so it was a long driveway to shovel. Ugh!
So perhaps even here today is a good day to read and snuggle up with the dogs. I have about a dozen books next to my side of the bed, and, as usual, I've begun half of them, then switch, then back again. I'm a restless reader nowadays. And then when I discover a book that really grabs my attention, I devour it. The best is to discover a new author and have a bunch of other books to buy after I finish the first. But that is rare for me. I'm not really a snob, I just have trouble being gripped by novels especially. Mysteries are easier, and non-fiction. I've heard "Unbroken" by Laura Hillebrand, is great, so maybe I'll try that.
In the meantime, there are chores and phone calls and a cake to buy for our son. But I haven't quite discovered the carrot to get me through the day.
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