There is no real reason to write, but as I haven't said anything here since November, I shall offer a brief summary of my intervening activities. No pictures are necessary as I have already featured here too many photos of stacks of books and there is little else in view lately. I exaggerate. But truth be told, my life looks dull. Even the skies are variations on a theme, the theme being grey. I am working at my job three days a week, then nesting on the couch under a laptop and several books for another two or three days, working on my final paper. I take Sundays off. The schedule is more constant than difficult. In short, there is little on the face of it to say much about.
That all sounds rather bleak. To end on a high note, some delights in the new year so far include discovering Dorothy Sayers's "Lord Peter Wimsey" mystery novels, camaraderie at work, chenille sweaters, catching views of the mountains, Facetime calls with close friends, coffee (always), and occasional fits of red lipstick.
That all sounds rather bleak. To end on a high note, some delights in the new year so far include discovering Dorothy Sayers's "Lord Peter Wimsey" mystery novels, camaraderie at work, chenille sweaters, catching views of the mountains, Facetime calls with close friends, coffee (always), and occasional fits of red lipstick.
