I am beginning to suspect that I have an actual problem.

I was originally planning to give myself this weekend off.

I have stacks of books literally everywhere in my apartment.

I have a sinking suspicion my currently reading list is getting a wee bit out of hand.

I literally forgot I had a blog until about three hours into my ultimately five-hour-long trip to the hair salon.

I’m taking a class called Dread and Fear for the second half of the summer, and, boy, does that feel fitting right now!!

I guess I lied last week.

Look at pretty things.

I was tidying my bookshelves a few days ago and the Refrigerator called.

I had some good reading and thinking time this week.

I’m going to be so real with you.

For the first time in a long time, I DNF’d a book just this past Friday.

So many bookstore trips.

Baseball! Nice weather! Road trips! Hooray!

Hello, friends, readers, and the internet void into which unread blog posts vanish!

Celebrating two years of the Moratorium Library!

Rumination on Hamptons Whodunit 2024 and traveling alone.

I talked to my therapist this week about writing.

Something just compels me to keep reading.

Eleven years was a pretty good run for my old watch.