“Despair is most often the offspring of ill-preparedness.”*

Leave it to me to allow my life to descend into the realm of country music bathos...

Dudes -

My babysitter sprained her wrist and racked up her arm ligaments in a fall while on vacation.

Total suckitude, as Joke would say.
On so many levels that it's not even worth thinking about.

In book news:

Loved Sandra Gulland's latest, Mistress of the Sun (easily as wonderful as her Josephine books...as Gina said, though, the only bad thing is it's not part of a trilogy...)

Still enjoying the Tess Monaghan mysteries, and finished Love Walked In's sequel, Belong to Me, which was good but not as good as Love Walked In. A tad overwrought, especially towards the end, and parts were simply unbelievable, as in 'Never in a million, gazillion years would a person react that way to that particular piece of news.'

I read a short story in the New Yorker which The Lovely Becky linked in a recent post, "Miracle." The story is creepy and haunting and wonderful, and now I have to read more of Judy Budnitz's work. (Someone, anyone, please read that story and EXPLAIN IT TO ME.)

And I am reading Jennifer Haigh's newest book, The Condition, and LOVE it.
Love, love, love it.


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*Don Williams