It is damned hard to climb out of a warm, fuzzy nest into a cold apartment.
Granted, it's made harder by the fact that I ended up awake until at least 5 AM. Started going over the romance in spite of myself, then ended up reading The Corrections for another 40 minutes.
When I mentioned TC to Potato, she wisely asked if this was one of those books from my mother's collection. Indeed it is! It is not a bad book; in fact, the writing is quite good. But it's definitely literary as opposed to...well...it goes off on tangents about various characters for pages and pages. Yes, it makes for interesting character studies. But I'm halfway through and I still can't find a plot.
Or maybe I'm just not clever enough to find a plot. Yes, it's entirely possible I'm not erudite enough for this book. So far it seems to be a tragicomedy about a trainwreck of a family, and that's as far as I can see.
The rain is still sluicing down. I went into town to pick up some last things for my mother and the right-hand lanes on Main were flooded. It's a frightening mess out there. Downright Biblical, even. I stopped at Corner Bakery and bought a club panini, which I promptly devoured upon returning to the relative warmth and safety of my apartment. I guess I was hungry.
At some point I need to drive down to San Diego...hoping the skies wring themselves out, or at least pause long enough for me to slide down the 5.
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