I’ve missed so much work lately that I have declared this day to be Tuesday, even though it is really Friday.
I received author copies of my new book, “A Lawman’s Christmas”, coming out in October, and I am very pleased. Christmas is coming up fast–I’m sure you’ve noticed that there are already cards, decorations, etc. on display in the larger stores. It’s certainly colorful, and I’m a great believer in planning ahead, but as I’ve said before, I miss the old days, when the holidays didn’t run into each other the way they do now. There was time, it seemed, to enjoy Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then New Years–and eventually Valentine’s Day, and on through the year. Each celebration was distinct from the others–a person (okay, a child-person) could savor them…
I promised not to bore you with the new D.I.E.T., so I won’t. I’m on it. That’s all I’m going to say.
I’ve been watching “Through the Wormhole”, hosted by Morgan Freeman, in the evenings, via Netflix. Fascinating. I don’t understand all that science by any means, being very right-brained, but I get some of it, so that’s good. I listened to Linwood Barclay’s new book, “The Accident”, and enjoyed it very much–although I knew right away who the culprit was, though the motivation certainly came as a surprise. I’m reading “Wendy and the Lost Boys”, a biography of the late playwright, Wendy Wasserstein, on my Nook. My only complaint about my Nook is that it keeps me up too late, reading. I don’t even need to leave the lamp on.
What would this world be without books, in all their various forms and versions?
I shudder to think.
More on Monday. Thanks for sticking with me over a rocky road. It means a lot to know you’re out there.