Sunday Salon

This Sunday finds me back in the natal bosom (after eight hours of travel yesterday). Fortunately I’m feeling much better than I was on Friday. It’s nice to have a Sunday sleep-in in a “real” house (even though it’s ridiculously cluttered up with Christmas decorations), where a pot of coffee is already brewing by the time I get downstairs and only my mom and I get up before noon. But I have to say, I have spent a lot of winters in high-snow locations, and Connecticut needs to learn how to plow better. This isn’t Montreal or Chicago, but you know it is going to snow every winter, guys, so you shouldn’t act so surprised when it does.

This week is going to be a pretty busy one for me, before Christmas that is. I’m not actually on vacation and working in the New York office really stresses me out. As if I didn’t need more stress three days before Christmas. After the obligatory family time, I plan to spend the entire coming long weekend with books to unwind, and I’m expecting a nice little pile on Thursday morning.

I already got my first gift book, from Alison:

I’m so excited about it; I’ve been on a cookie-baking kick lately. I’m definitely making something for Thursday.

I started The Turn of the Screw the other night, though yesterday on the plane I read The Chimes. Hoping to get in some reading in the next couple days, but not making any promises. Expect posts this week on The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and possibly The Hound of the Baskervilles (loved that one, by the way.).