Before my situation starts getting really busy next week, I've been enjoying sleeping in with the warmth of an electric blanket, lots of mint tea, ice cream at nine in the morning, French elctro-funk, and Young Adult paranormal romance novels... it sounds like the stuff of a bad break-up, but it's a personal indulgence. Sorry Voltaire and Flaubert, I've put down my intellectual French reading for mind mush--and it's great, thank you very much.
At present I'm reading Beautiful Creatures, which was spurred by--surprisingly--my younger brother's intrigue in the movie trailer. He regularly expresses interest in all things Southern and Voodoo magicky... we have yet to attack that New Orleans trip and I think we just missed the opportune time to go. Oh well, I've always wanted to saunter down Bourbon Street in the fall. I think it might be time for a self-appointed "business trip." Yes indeed.
I'm making Zucchini Lasagna this evening, it is decided. In light of my recent affinity for European electro-retro funk I shall share with you the music by which I will make my lasagna, given the fact that it's all I can hear anyone say in this repetitive, albeit catchy, song.
At present I'm reading Beautiful Creatures, which was spurred by--surprisingly--my younger brother's intrigue in the movie trailer. He regularly expresses interest in all things Southern and Voodoo magicky... we have yet to attack that New Orleans trip and I think we just missed the opportune time to go. Oh well, I've always wanted to saunter down Bourbon Street in the fall. I think it might be time for a self-appointed "business trip." Yes indeed.
I'm making Zucchini Lasagna this evening, it is decided. In light of my recent affinity for European electro-retro funk I shall share with you the music by which I will make my lasagna, given the fact that it's all I can hear anyone say in this repetitive, albeit catchy, song.
No writing today. Too much of it turns me into a zombie. It is a day for reading and gluten-free lasagna.