I tried so hard to rest of this weekend knowing that it was going to be another long week this week. I thought I had rested up but then last night I barely slept so that threw a huge wrench in the getting ahead on my sleep plan. Suffice it to say that I tossed and turned all night because men are frustrating (yes, I know women are worse but whatever) and every time I moved, Lady attacked my feet. Not cool, cat. Not cool.
I did have some time to read two wonderful books this weekend.
I happened upon a novella of sorts last week at the library called The Builders. It was a delightfully complex but seemingly simple story by Maeve Binchy, whose work I have so enjoyed listening to through a public radio podcast I download to listen to in the car while taking long drives. The book was published as part of an adult literacy program called Open Doors so it was short and simplistic in nature but the story was still complex enough to make you think. All in all, it took about 30 minutes to read - if that - and I thoroughly enjoyed those 30 minutes on my balcony with my feet on a chair and a beer in my hand. Delightful.
To combat the slimy feeling I received from the man book I tried to read last week, I went searching for some intimacy. What I came home with was lesbian lit but it was so wonderful that I don't even care. The story, Pages for You by Sylvia Brownrigg, was about a college girl who falls for her (female) graduate teaching assistant. Take out the girl on girl aspect and it could have been a heartbreaking story about any relationship that ended much too quickly. In short, I loved it. I'm sure some people would be put off just by the subject matter but it wasn't pornographic in the least. In fact, I've read many a Nora Roberts romance that made my blush many, many more times than this story. Like I said, I was looking for intimacy, for not-mushy romance, for something to take my brain off of my own situation, and I found it. This story was about two people in love - who gives a hoot about their gender.
Alright friends, it's not 5:55pm and I need to go home. Or need to run work errands and then go home and do some more work. But the office has been too chaotic to get anything done lately and I needed a few moments of solitude to relax before I left. I think tonight I'll go home, warm up some of the delicious soup that I made over the weekend, and put in tonight's Netflix DVD, Where the Wild Things Are, while I write letters to my fundraising prospects. Sounds wonderful.
Oh, that reminds me. Saw Inception last night. Not sold... I mean, it was good. See it. But if anyone out there wants to discuss what they saw, let me know.