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verbicideI'm cold. Wah!
I love Fall. It's arguably my favorite month (arguable because I also love Spring). But I always forget that with the pretty changing colors comes bone-chilling temperatures. Granted, I am a wuss. And bone-chilling = 50°.
One of the nicest things about having all this excess time is snuggling with Hobbes. He's not a fan of the cold either, and since I am a miserly bastard who refuses to turn the heat on until I can see my breath, we both enjoy hibernating under the covers. Hobbes is a wonderful nap-mate. He cuddles up against my side, I throw my arm over him, he uses the arm tucked under my head as a pillow for himself. We nuzzle. We headbutt. We goddamn coo at each other.
It's a wonderful escape. I pretend there aren't dishes to be done and floors to be swept. He pretends he isn't dying of starvation for once.
Eventually guilt forces me out of bed, and Hobbes resumes his watchful position by his food bowl.
I have the random urge to read about 10 specific books, all of which I own. I want to do them all RIGHT now. Simultaneously. They are:
The Subtle Knife: His Dark Materials Series by Phillip Pullman (Finally getting around to this after decades of reading The Golden Compass, putting it away and then deciding I had to re-read it to continue on with the series).
Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling (As I've only read this one of the series once).
Eye of the World: Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan (I think my bitterness about the series has chilled enough for me to want to revisit that earlier books that I genuinely loved).
Post Mortem: A Kay Scarpetta Novel by Pat Cornwell (except that I can't ever re-read this because I haven't recovered from the nightmares from the first time I read it).
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby (Next bookclub book, due in November).
Wicked by Gregory Maguire (On my shelf for ages, highly recommended).
The Story of B by Daniel Quinn (Because I want to be mad about Totalitarian Agriculture again).
A Suitable Boy by Vickram Seth (Because it meant so much to me about 5 years ago and I'm in such a different place, I want to see how it comes across on a re-read).
The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun (Because it's been tucked under my sidetable forever).
The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley (Because it's been so highly lauded and I know I'll love it).
In other exciting news, tomorrow I get to pick up my 6 boxes of books from OB. He's going to drive the truck into Seattle and I can go get them from his office parking spot. I'm feeling a huge shelf re-organization fit coming on. I have no idea which 6 of the 10 boxes he was able to bring. I may go home for Eid in November and will have to go through the remaining 4 and package them for shipping. Tired of being without ALL of my things. Want! Want! Want!
I also just want to take a nap. Again. I wish I could just take a nap and have the words appear on my brain. Not like an audiobook. I want the visual experience without having to keep my eyes open.
I love Fall. It's arguably my favorite month (arguable because I also love Spring). But I always forget that with the pretty changing colors comes bone-chilling temperatures. Granted, I am a wuss. And bone-chilling = 50°.
One of the nicest things about having all this excess time is snuggling with Hobbes. He's not a fan of the cold either, and since I am a miserly bastard who refuses to turn the heat on until I can see my breath, we both enjoy hibernating under the covers. Hobbes is a wonderful nap-mate. He cuddles up against my side, I throw my arm over him, he uses the arm tucked under my head as a pillow for himself. We nuzzle. We headbutt. We goddamn coo at each other.
It's a wonderful escape. I pretend there aren't dishes to be done and floors to be swept. He pretends he isn't dying of starvation for once.
Eventually guilt forces me out of bed, and Hobbes resumes his watchful position by his food bowl.
I have the random urge to read about 10 specific books, all of which I own. I want to do them all RIGHT now. Simultaneously. They are:
The Subtle Knife: His Dark Materials Series by Phillip Pullman (Finally getting around to this after decades of reading The Golden Compass, putting it away and then deciding I had to re-read it to continue on with the series).
Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling (As I've only read this one of the series once).
Eye of the World: Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan (I think my bitterness about the series has chilled enough for me to want to revisit that earlier books that I genuinely loved).
Post Mortem: A Kay Scarpetta Novel by Pat Cornwell (except that I can't ever re-read this because I haven't recovered from the nightmares from the first time I read it).
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby (Next bookclub book, due in November).
Wicked by Gregory Maguire (On my shelf for ages, highly recommended).
The Story of B by Daniel Quinn (Because I want to be mad about Totalitarian Agriculture again).
A Suitable Boy by Vickram Seth (Because it meant so much to me about 5 years ago and I'm in such a different place, I want to see how it comes across on a re-read).
The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun (Because it's been tucked under my sidetable forever).
The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley (Because it's been so highly lauded and I know I'll love it).
In other exciting news, tomorrow I get to pick up my 6 boxes of books from OB. He's going to drive the truck into Seattle and I can go get them from his office parking spot. I'm feeling a huge shelf re-organization fit coming on. I have no idea which 6 of the 10 boxes he was able to bring. I may go home for Eid in November and will have to go through the remaining 4 and package them for shipping. Tired of being without ALL of my things. Want! Want! Want!
I also just want to take a nap. Again. I wish I could just take a nap and have the words appear on my brain. Not like an audiobook. I want the visual experience without having to keep my eyes open.
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Date: 2004-10-21 04:44 pm (UTC)I should finish that, huh.
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Date: 2004-10-22 02:18 am (UTC)And ooops *changes Mists to Mysts*
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Date: 2004-10-22 04:29 am (UTC)And I'd gotten it from the library. Uhm. Like 8 months ago. *never did return that*
Hopefully Dad will notice it in my car and return it before driving said car out here.
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Date: 2004-10-22 07:07 am (UTC)*changes back*
I may have to check that out. Though I tend to have trouble with audio books because I get too distracted by shiny things while not staring at a book.