This week I did not open a book between last Sunday and this Friday. That’s 5 days without reading for fun. I did listen to 3 CDs of Salmon Fishing in the Yemen by Paul Torday so I suppose I have been reading, but not calmly, on the sofa, with a blanket. Disc 4, however, is scratchy and won’t play, so I’ve had to call a halt to that for a while.
A. Lot. Of. Work. (and very short commutes where I spend much longer walking at either end than I do actually on the train)
Let’s not talk about that.
The Physicist is away at Casa Physicist with a ghastly cough (I suspect chest infection, given how long he’s had it) which, while it means I must worry from afar, also means I am not in the germs’ line of fire. Which leaves me working on Sunday morning in bed, with the TV on in the background, cup of tea within reach, and contemplating filling in my tax return which has to be done in the next two weeks. Also baking some brownies, and very much looking forward to watching tonight’s episode of Sherlock.
Reading-wise, as I said, it’s been a slow week. On the bedside table are:
The Great Gatsby on the Kindle – I’m 50% of the way through and taking part in the read-a-long at Unputdownables.
Remembering Babylon by David Malouf as part of Australian Literature Month and the Aussie Author Challenge, along with the fact that the Book Accumulator would probably like it back at some point.
Both are very short novels so I should have no trouble finishing both quickly.