Sunday Post: January 16, 2022

Hello, my lovelies.

It’s Sunday evening, much much later than I usually write these. Somehow the day got away from me, lost in a haze of books and Bookclubs and cookie baking. And dreadfully disappointing football.

The week seemed to go by rather quickly, which is weird since I don’t really remember doing much. I paid bills, had a dentist appointment, found someone to remove the tree felled by last week’s storm.

Promised that I would read the bookclub selection early this month, and read it the day before, just like last month.

Still sort of sick, and really not sleeping well because of all the Sudafed. There is a reason that people use it to make meth. Just saying.

But it’s been a fair amount of time, and the vertigo really isn’t abating. I suppose I should call the doctor. It might just be lingering congestion. It might be a new MS thing. I might have some wonky crystals in there, like my mom does. But there’s no way to know until I know…but wow, I hate going into a medical facility during pandemic surges. I’ll start with a televisit…but I’m not sure that they will be able to treat me from that.

It’s snowing AGAIN outside my window. Turning to freezing rain here in a minute. I hate that the lovely roomie’s commute may be jacked up in the morning. I’m grateful that I don’t have to drive in it. I’m gutted that my doctors think I can’t drive at all.

It’s all so complicated, up there in my brain.

I read four books this week, three of which were extraordinary. I’m a little afraid of what to read next…this book hangover is gonna suck, y’all.

Never Fall For Your Fiancé was…dull. Boring. Pedestrian. I didn’t like it at all. However, this month’s Book Club Selection, Remnant Population, was amazing, as was the new Lucy Score book, Things We Never Got Over. Finally, I spent today with The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, and…I mean, you guys know how much I loved Daisy Jones…and this one was, I thing, just as good. Transformative. Again, I find myself in the position of knowing that these characters aren’t real, that Evelyn and Celia and…oh, God Harry…aren’t real, never were, and having that completely break my heart. More to come soon on Evelyn Hugo, I suspect.

OK, that’s all from the sidelines, where things are not looking good.

Till next week, stay safe, learn to make your mom’s favorite cookies, take naps and read something that breaks your heart a little.