Back from a much-needed vacation, and I’m immediately thrown into a 13 day week (yes, they exist) that started off with a 12 hour work-day. That sound you hear? Is me screaming. At least I don’t have fires and smoke-filled air like Kate and her menagerie. I also don’t have adorable pigs named Wilbur, Charlotte and Nellie. Life is a trade-off. I seem to have chosen to work ridiculous hours. But look! I went to Colorado!
I’m way behind on my book reviews – I read Mary Doria Russell’s Dreamers of the Day while I was gone (actually, I read a bit on the plane and the rest on Sunday afternoon when I got home) and I can’t quite decide how I feel about it. I just started Elizabeth Wein’s The Winter Prince which feels very carefully written – I feel as though if I pay careful attention I will be amply rewarded.
I did my first story time yesterday – in a park, with a crowd, and I felt like I had to SHOUT to be heard by the people right in front of me. Oh, the joys of summer. I need to work on my projection.