I spent much of the day today reading The Golem and The Jinni, getting lost in 1899-1900 New York City.
Most of the decisions in the day involved where I should read--bed, couch, and even on an idyllic blanket in the shade. Because it was only ninety-four degrees this afternoon.
I'm storing up some sweet ahhh moments as I head into the wacky start-up time of the church year. (Perhaps there will be fewer stressed ahhh moments to come?)
And now I'll get back to the hundred pages left to read.