Enduring briefly

The office is upstairs. It is very, very hot upstairs. And yet, I felt the need to write a little. Just until the pooling sweat threatens the electronics.

Been painting and cleaning and such. The downstairs looks amazing. Like we don’t even live there. I should take pictures, just to prove to myself that I can clean when I want to. Like the sagging grandma showing off her vintage Playboy pics. See, I was somethin’.

Finally got around to reading Twilight. I thought it was okay, but I didn’t get the hoopla. I mean yeah, competent, but a little too sweet for my tastes. But I was intrigued enough to continue the series. Holy New Moon, Batman! Just finished the second book, and I couldn’t put it down. No, really. I started it this morning and just now finished. The writing wonderfully clear. Trying to figure out what’s happening always jars me out of the story, like bad editing in a movie. And, okay, I admit it, at the beginning of the book (not telling what happens) I wanted to cry. I didn’t, because I’m a tough broad (people who know me are cackling now). Also because I put on a big frowny face and got a soothing hug from the Spousal Unit. That’s right, I got hugs because I was sad about a book. He understands these things. So obviously, I’m sucked right in. Gonna start the third book, Eclipse, in about two minutes. Downstairs. Where it’s cooler.

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