by julie on October 23, 2002
It’s surprising that I’ve accomplished anything the last few weeks because I’ve been shamelessly reading three 900+ page fantasy novels. (George R. R. Martin.) I know, not a genre I usually choose, but nonetheless, I’m utterly and completely engrossed. “What? Dinner, you say? I think there’s some Smoked Turkey in the refrigerator. Help yourself.” The fourth book hasn’t been published yet, which is probably a good thing.
Even if I wasn’t sitting with a book pressed to my nose, I’d be outside enjoying this awesome weather we’re having. It’s the perfect temperature. We had to have the pine tree in front of our house cut down. Some beetles killed it, poor thing didn’t stand a chance.