White bean stew on bake-at-home bagels for breakfast. This erratic schedule of ours has some surprising benefits. Like when Tom won't be home in time for even a very belated dinner and we both eat something else (something lame) but I still have the beans soaking and need to use that arugula. So Tom is sent off with a salsa container full this morning and I get to crank the oven first thing and enjoy something hot and hearty and good - a breakfast miracle.
The sun is shining again today; Que es la deal?
I finished my book this morning. I enjoyed it. It was easy. I never read things that are so easy, which I'm sure is why I never read things. All of my usual reading takes effort and concentration; this didn't. It was like reading a blog, and I've been very into blog-reading lately, though I haven't always found things I liked. This was like reading a very personal, well-written blog that I could relate to and that I could read on the bus and in bed. It was fun. Maybe in the future I will try to find more easy books. But... I don't know, maybe not.
Now I'm on to, or back to, That Hideous Strength the third of a trilogy that I've read before. It is an easy-type book too, though it is mind-bending C.S. Lewis himself. If I remember correctly all of the concentration-necessary description and dialogue is contained in the second book, Perelandra. On the bus there was much, Wait, where is he?... What is he talking to now? (Did I mention it's sci-fi?) The bus is hard for me, I can't block out conversation; the spoken word is my natural habitat.
Today I have a second draft to write. I can never help putting writing assignments I don't care about (and those I do) off 'til the last minute. It helps unjam my mind (... let's say). So, until then, the last minute, maybe I'll get something done around this here apartment. Yesterday did find me rearranging the kitchen table and cleaning the bathroom despite me unexplained tiredness. But much is left to do, as always.
God bless you this morning.
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