That's where I am right now. Just floating along in a state of ennui. We've had humid rainy weather for several days. Despite 4-5 days in the 90's and the passing of the solstice this month, it seems we've never truly found summer.
I have things to do:
This has happened to me before, and I'm sure I've
I start queuing up reading material. Anything and everything that strikes my fancy lands on the "too read" pile. I buy it (as though I am personally trying to save Borders from going under), I check it out of the library, I put it on hold if it's not in the library, I request it on inter-library loan if it's not in the library's collection, and then I go to the Midwest Collaborative and go through the whole process with electronic media. It's obsessive, compulsive, and more than a little crazy. What is it with me and books? I've had this "thing" my whole life and have passed it on to my son. And judging by the stacks of books over, under, around, and through dh's night stand (see below) he has caught this contagion as well:
But the real evidence of ennui is this:
One Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet and I'm sitting here blogging instead of reading. I love the book, the writing is delicious, and the story is interesting, but I just don't it want to end....yet.
And now I find myself with a few more pictures to post and a bunch of other things I thought I might say...but I just don't feel like it. I'm done with this post for now. Guess I'll go wallow....