I
nearly forgot about today's post thinking that today was Monday, not
Tuesday. Long weekends have a
tendency to play with my mind like that. But who's
complaining? I'm now one day
closer to Friday, and after a great and busy long weekend, I may not be
rested, but I'm feeling pretty
pleased to have gotten so much reading done over my
holiday. There's no better way to
survive cottage traffic than opening a good book (and of course, turning on sports talk radio to
entertain my driver).
"Adjust. Yeah, I can adjust." His face darkened, his eyes glinted. "But I'm not the only one who's going to." He waited an hour, decided he'd calmed down, steadied up. He walked over to Vesta in the unrelenting rain, and into the warm, into the scents of sauce and spice.
(The Last Boyfriend by Nora Roberts, pg. 282)
By this time next week I'll be quoting a new book! What are you reading?
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