A weird, lyrical book.
Book 8 was about the 1900 Galveston hurricane. Scary.
Because of course I’m going to read this.
But crises interfered. We are back at the hospital again. You know how time flies when you’re having fun? Well… The actual clock in our room. At least it is a private room. We left the hospital on Monday, stayed in the hotel and… Continue Reading “I Was Doing Well… and Books 3, 4, and 5”
My Gen-X friends should read this.
I read fifty books last year. I’m going to do that again this year. I’ve already finished my first book. Not great, but I struggled through. Started on 2 and 3. I’m going to try to spread it out a bit this year.
My goal was to read 50 books this year, and I just made it under the wire.
Yet another holiday without family. I stole the name of my state of being from my brother-in-law who has had a different drink every night since things shut down in March. We all have the things we do to pass the time. I colored… Continue Reading “Christmas in Quaranisolation”
Reading more books.
I have a little more time…38, 39, and 40.