A Saturday afternoon, usually my favourite time.
As I continue to battle a long, lingering cold (flu?) I feel thwarted by my holidays
being coldly invaded by it, and going back to work yesterday did nothing to
Taking solace in books is all I seem to want to do right now.
Finished reading "Freedom" by Jonathan Franzen, an excellent novel, researched, I
imagine, exhaustively, by its author. A family of individuals struggling to appreciate each
other. Not an 'unhappy' family, but a familiar one.