After a pretty average week, I was glad to settle into the 24-Hour Read-a-Thon yesterday; my goal was to read at least two stories or essays from a stack of anthologies, with the secondary goal of weeding out a few. It struck me that I had a lot of them sitting around that I had never even touched, and that dipping into a few might not be a bad idea.
So if you came by to visit yesterday, you know that my day was interrupted by another visit to the hospital thanks to my cat; when I got home I decided to throw in the towel and just watch TV. Today I think will be a slow day and so I'm going to work on reading a few things from some of the books I didn't get to, and work on finishing up Solar, Ian McEwan's absolutely compulsively-readable novel.
My cat is making his own visit to the (kitty) hospital tomorrow, to get a melanoma and some skin anomalies removed; he should be fine by the end of the day.
Tell me how something so cute can be the source of such unhappiness?
More Sunday Salon here.