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The dogs woke me up at a crazy-early hour. I have to go to work today, so I’ll pretend for the first half of the day that it’s not a weekend. I’ll be happier for it.

Knowing work loomed on my morning horizon, I’d stoked the coffee pot last night and tried to make being the only person on the planet awake at this hour seem like fun.

I took my coffee (and camera) outside to the garden.

That cheers me up pretty quickly.

Yesterday was an interesting day. After upgrading WordPress, I met my college roommate in Waterbury. We live only an hour apart, but rarely see each other. As is always the case, the afternoon flew by and I wondered why we don’t see each other more often.

I managed to come home with Cookie A’s book (finally). It’s been on my wish list since before it came out. While I haven’t been knitting many socks lately, I have been looking forward to reading her explanation of her design process.

I just finished listening to The Sweetnes at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley.  When I first read the review in the Indie Booksellers’ Next List I was dubious. I managed to finish the Wildwater Walking Club without killing anyone.  I try to forgive those Indie Booksellers by reminding myself that I did come away from reading that book with one interesting notion to contemplate (as well as a heightened curiosity about pedometers and a desire to plant lavender).  Besides, I do know better than when I see women hugging on a book’s cover, I should brace myself for the ‘feel-good book of the season’.

For my next recommendation, I turned to Bookslut who recommended The Scenic Route by Binnie Kirschenbaum.  I completely admit to living under a rock (or pile of yarn, as the case may be), and I’ve never read anything by her. I’ve ordered the book from my local book store and expect to start turning pages sometime on Monday. In the meantime, I’m not sure what book will get my ipod next.  The English American is already in my Audible library, as long as it isn’t as dour as the beginning of The Song Is You, I should be okay. While I’m sure that everyone is correct and this book is completely amazing, I just wasn’t willing to give it more than an hour of my time waiting for something funny, interesting, or remotely happy to happen.

As ever, I am open to recommendations. If you’ve read or listened to a book, particularly modern fiction, that isn’t deeply depressing, is well written, and is by an author who doesn’t take himself/herself too seriously, please, please, let me know.

Speaking of waiting for something happy, Jen over at Knitting Interrupted is having a contest on her blog about the possible name of a friend’s soon-to-be #5 daughter.  If you like pretty yarn and would like to air your opinion about naming this baby, go visit Jen.

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