I forgot about this part of spring
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!
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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.