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The Sunday Salon: Recovering, Catching-Up, and Reading

The Sunday Salon

This past week was a blur. I had THE WORSE HEAD COLD ever. I thought I had it under control at one point and then it went south from there. Two and half days off from work, with me coming back to (what felt like) a zillion tasks left me completely out-of-it come Saturday. But, after getting reacquainted with my Neti Pot, and finding the right combination of meds, I am back in the land of the living.

With the week the way it was, I wasn’t able to connect with some of you. I tried to at one point and got about half way through my reader and then just couldn’t look at the screen any longer. I will be catching up with all of you between today and tomorrow. I look forward to reading about what you’ve all been up to.

As for reading, I finished what will probably be my favorite book of the year. I have yet to write-up the review, but I hope to get it out this week. I was laughing and crying at the same time. It was wonderful. Next up, Dostoevsky’s Notes from the Underground and Perrotta’s The Leftovers.

No plans today. Yet.

I’ve had coffee.

I’ve bathed the Otter Pup (our puppy Chloe). I don’t think we could possibly love a dog more. Here’s a recent photo of her, just after her bath.

Otter Pup Chloe

School starts on Wednesday and Thursday for my kids so we may hit Ventura today, or Old Town Pasadena, or…  Not sure yet but we’ll be going somewhere.

Have a wonderful Sunday!

It’s Friday so I am going to gush a little…

It’s been a trying week for me. I had to cover for someone here at work and although most of the past two weeks went okay, petty frustrations got the best of me yesterday and I turned into a snarling, not-so-fun-to-be-around shrew. I think the shrew has left the building and in part, it had a lot to do with two packages that showed up at my door last night:

The Leftovers

The Art of Fielding

I’ll share how it went down…

In walked The Shrew (me, crabby, hot and tired and looking like something the dog dragged in).

Me seeing those lovingly wrapped packages. Eyes light up. Hair suddenly looks better. I stand a little bit straighter.

Me opening packages. Smile spreads from ear to ear. Life is good. The evening is saved.

Click on each cover for more info. I cannot wait to begin these! Oh, and I will be giving away a copy of The Leftovers soon!