Today we sprang forward! This is a good thing as I do love the light, and find I appreciate it more and more as the years pass. But it also meant we slept in later than usual (well, that and we stayed up quite late last night). So today has been very ordinary with floor cleanings and breakfast cookings and laundry washing, though we did have one exciting thing come to our minds which we spent some time discussing, but that will have to remain secret for the moment!
Now it's late afternoon and Eric is at the river looking for rocks to form a pathway to the back door (we have a lot of deer and turkey and other wildlife here and the turkey can be especially problematic for the mess they make) and I am reclined here in the corner by the window indulging in some reading, dark chocolate, and a piping hot mug full of matcha.
My typical reading habits have always tended toward non-fiction --health, history, spirituality, philosophy, politics, economics, psychology-- but sometime last year I started feeling drawn to fiction and have just gone with that impulse. For the past few months though I've been intrigued with Emily Dickinson (I think it started when I came across this documentary on YouTube) and have been reading a very in-depth biography. Once this is completed, I have a couple of Appalachian stories I want to get to, then maybe I can resume my usual non-fiction tendencies. The shelf is full of so many books and life is only so long...
