Off

I packed up (mostly) yesterday, and took care of errands.

I spent way too long in the library looking for books on CD to play in the car. The library has about a dozen such Alphabet murder mysteries, and as many Cat murder mysteries. I know a lot of people love murder mysteries and thrillers, but I'm not one of them. Except for the #1 Ladies Detective Agency, which I find amusing in all sorts of ways.

They have shelves of books about spirituality, but they don't appeal to me, either.

And relatively few novels I find interesting. I settled on a Barbara Kingsolver, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (by someone I can't remember, and it's in the car), the beginning two books of two separate kidlit series (Lemony Snicket and something else).

And now I'm off.

Take care; I'll see you on the flip side.