Market Day

Okay, so I got up too early. Bad call.  Five hours of sleep really isn't enough especially considering what I filled my day with---goodness.  Still.  I had a good time.  With most places closed until a 9am opening time, I went to the grocery store first.  Brought the stuff home and left again. Came back with my loose tea, some red dal (lentils), my library book, two teacups for the little girls and another book from the thrift store, shelf paper and my tired, weary bones.  Chilled most of the rest of the day, except for the part where I put paper in one 'former' junk drawer.

Deep breath.

Now looking at the stash of books I have to read.  I really am such a glutton. The stack of books by my bed is always toppling over.  Always.  Right now there are---let me count 'em---fifteen in the main pile, not counting the ones leaning hither and yon.  And the thing is, I do actually read them all.

Finished the Charles Todd mystery I mentioned at nap-time today.  Now have The Towers of Trebizond by Rose MacAulay (which I've read a good portion of), An Everlasting Meal by Tamar Adler (up to chapter four of that one), Holy Ghosts: Or How a (Not So) Good Catholic Boy Became a Believer in Things That Go Bump in the Night (picked up today at the library), and also Exercising Your Soul by Gary Jansen (a dollar store book that's very good). And I got The Journal Keeper: A Memoir by Phyllis Theroux in the mail today.  There's Faith and Practice by Frank E. Wilson, a book the rector highly recommends for those of us attending the confirmation class...full of Anglican goodness.  The rest can wait and gather dust for awhile.

This is why that housework just isn't a verb most days in this house. :)

(painting by franck antoine bail called 'a maid watering flowers')