So I'm back from lunch. It's raining ovah heah. Drizzling now. I went over to Sally's for lunch just b/c I spent the morning reading and watching the Tim Russert tributes on the Today show so I left for work at 8:55, with my lunch still in the freezer.
This morning, while reading, the cat (no, I don't know her name) just wanted to be near me. On me. Next to me. Same dealy-o last night.
I did take pictures, but she's camera shy. I'll post them when I get home. (You'll see, this is not a cat that likes to be in pictures.)
Have been reading Plan B--how I adore Anne Lamott.
If I hadn't come into work and just been bombarded by boredom for the first hour or so, I might be able to tell you why I love AL. But you'll just have to find out by yourself.
Go hug someone--especially Dad, but anyone will do.
Oh, and am still reading Luanne Rice book (The Edge of Winter), it's kind of a predictable "family story," the kind of book shelved in "women's fiction" but my brain couldn't take AL at lunch--it's true that you need to be in the right mood to read certain books. And not to diz Luanne, cuz, her Home Fires was a favorite of mine about ten years ago. I get her confused with Lois Battle. We read Bed and Breakfast about seven years ago when I "ran" a book club at Fox Books in Virginia.
I'm sure there's some series I have to check or something...
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