This morning I just wanted to crawl back under my covers and hide.
Yesterday had it's moments, but it certainly wasn't one of my stellar days. Although today looks better, I am having a hard time shrugging off my pissy pants. I guess you can't be a ray of sunshine all the time.
I made chicken pot pie last night for the first time... it was good, but not the meal you want to make while trying to feed and entertain a toddler. I created my typical chaos in the kitchen. It's hard when you don't have a lot of space to work in... although I wonder if that will truly make a difference when (one day I hope...) to have a larger kitchen. I have never been a clean and tidy baker. My wonderful things seem to like to emerge from chaos.
I have been on a reading blitz since I finished my last, more literary book. I plowed my way through the Blue Zone, which was a fairly average read. It wasn't a bad book, it just could have been more, especially with the complicated plot twists that were woven in to this read. This could have been fleshed out more, not quite so rushed. I think then I would have enjoyed it more.. this was like a 2 hour movie that got edited down to just under 90 minutes IMHO. I am also double-fisting... I am reading a Deaver book at work (The Cold Moon, it has all the attention to detail I wanted from BZ) and a Reichs one at home (Break no Bones) which is also a real page turner. The nice part is that I went on a real Reichs bender last year after I discovered her and read all the books she had already published so picking this one up is like revisiting an old friend. I find my reading habits amusing. It is smells like a literary book, I take more time, take it in more, less of a pleasure read (in the escapist sense) and more of a thoughtful and introspective read.. and then there are the other books, which are the romps through the literary landscape that really don't seem to take so long to devour.