The rain is messing with my running plans. It was raining hard this morning when the alarm went off, so we slept in the extra hour and I went straight to work. When I got home from work (less than an hour ago), it was raining enough to keep me in. It’s supposed to rain into the evening, slack off for a little (when it’s too dark and too late to run), and then pick up big time over night and all day tomorrow. So even if I wanted to get up super extra early (we’re already getting up extra early to meet Jess and Chuck at a book sale in Maryland) to run tomorrow morning before we leave, I couldn’t ’cause it’s supposed to be pouring cats and dogs. I like rain and everything, but I was on a roll!
It’s Friday, it’s the weekend, I get to buy books tomorrow (Hi, I’m Zannah. I read.), and I get to hang out with people I like. And I can sleep in on Sunday.
[Pause while I peruse my bookmarks.]
I really and truly just gasped. Out loud, by myself. I think I found the house I’m supposed to live in. At the very least, I need lots of money and an interior decorator who can read my mind and find these pictures years from now when I can afford to redo our entire house.
Go here and read this. (You don’t have to. Next time I’ll ask politely. But it’s a nicely written post about being alone during a power outage.)
I’m done for now. I have very important things to do, like going through my books and writing down titles I’m missing and authors I love so I can look for their books. I think we’ve already discussed my need for lists. I can browse through a book sale forever, but if I don’t bring a list, I might browse right past something I’ve been looking for because I didn’t recognize the author.