book stack, featuring Thick as Thieves by Megan Whalen Turner, ToMake Men Free by Heather Cox Richardson, Sensemaking by Christian Madsbjerg, A Secret History of Witches by Louisa Morgan, and The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
It’s so strange how fast time can fly.
The past few days have been busy. I went up to visit my father and sister and their new(ish) apartment. Did a lot of deep, deep, very necessary cleaning with my sister. I love family time, even though it set me back on a few different things.
- I have another interview set for monday (tomorrow). I’ll be up bright and early to go to that, and hopefully after I’ll finally have time to sit down and hash out the book review of Provenance that’s been rolling around in the back of my head all week. I
- I’ve finally resigned myself to buying a car. Grr. Necessary evils.
- I have been carrying around Ninth City Burning for the past few days, but haven’t had time to actually sit down and read it. Fortunately, that’s what the evening hours are for. I’ll brew myself a cup of tea and hopefully get a good chunk finished before bed tonight.
- I’m honestly not entirely sure what I’m doing here. It’s all a bit of a mess. So….we’ll see what happens.
I’m hopeful that this will turn into a much more regular thing. Although I don’t exactly have a great track record with those kinds of promises. I was always the kind of person who started a new journal, wrote furiously for a couple hours, then abandoned it for several weeks. But I feel this sense of…this need to do something. And maybe that’s the Protestant Work Ethic kicking in, or my own fears. I don’t want it to be those things, though. I want it to be because I have things to say, things that might actually be worth saying.