Sunday

The day didn't start well. I took the boys for a walk at 7, up at the field. Got back to the SUV and it was dead again, the first time since the incident on my birthday. I had to walk the boys back but I thought I'd be nice and keep them off leash while we went down the alley. Ryker ran off and wouldn't come back for a while. Grrr. Got home, got Steve up, got the car started. I took a shower, had breakfast and then took a nap because I was just tired.



Trudging along with the cleaning again today. I've got the table cleared off, the floor swept and mopped. I'm cleaning the oven -- making it hot in here -- and I've got laundry going. Next up is the bathroom.

Tonight I'm going to make sausage/hashbrown casserole. Steve likes it and he perked up at the mention of it; he's running and errand now and will pick up the frozen hashbrowns for me. He liked the KFC knockoff potato bowl I did last night so I'll add that to the rotation.

I finished BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP by SJ Watson last night. I'm left with an unsatisfied feeling. I see where people liked it because of the "twist" or whatever you want to call it. But the end just ... stops. There's resolution but there isn't.

I'm currently reading A BURIAL AT SEA by Charles Finch. This is 5th of 5 in series featuring Charles Lenox, a gentleman sleuth, in Victorian London. Here is a description:

1873 is a perilous time in the relationship between France and England. When a string of English spies is found dead on French soil, the threat of all-out war prompts government officials to ask Charles Lenox to visit the newly-dug Suez Canal on a secret mission. Once he is on board the Lucy, however, Lenox finds himself using not his new skills of diplomacy but his old ones: the ship’s second lieutenant is found dead on the voyage’s first night, his body cruelly abused. The ship’s captain begs the temporarily retired detective to join in the hunt for a criminal. Lenox finds the trail, but in the claustrophobic atmosphere on board, where nobody can come or go and everyone is a suspect, he has to race against the next crime—and also hope he won’t be the victim.

It was published this month and has 320 pages. This is a library book.

All right, lunch, and then back to it. The afternoon is fleeting...

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster