Category: Life

I don’t have anything to write about. Nothing witty or fun anyway.

To wit: (who says this, anyway?)

1. I have laryngitis and I feel unwell. I can barely squeak out a word (much to the amusement of those who spend time with me during the day) and I feel like it is not getting better anytime soon.
2. I have been very busy at work and have a bit of nervousness about a big project coming to fruition. I enjoy worrying in advance about big projects (and everything else) as there won’t be anything to worry about when it’s over so I figure I better get it in now.
3. I got a paper cut today.
4. I am bored with my all my clothes.

On the bright side:

1. I know the laryngitis get better. (But I still hate not being able to chat at will.)
2. My project is almost done and it really will be great.
3. Time wounds all heels.
4. I can always go shopping. In fact, I must.

In the last week or so I have read two books:

• Leaving the Saints: How I Lost the Mormons and Found My Faith
  by Martha Beck
• Why Do I Love These People?: Honest and Amazing Stories of Real Families
  by Po Bronson

I have not started to read The Good Life by Jay McInerney — the only thing I should be reading. My bookclub meets soon but I just can’t seem to open it.

I just have a few more magazines to get through before I can begin. I think I need to mentally prepare myself for fiction. Before the bookclub (which I enjoy immensely), I hardly read any fiction … which is strange perhaps as I’m a big reader. Jokingly I might say truth is stranger and far more interesting but non-fiction isn’t truth … and sometimes fiction is.

I will get started this weekend — Right after Metropolitan Home but before Utne.