It turns out Andrea Höst’s Touchstone Trilogy has become a comfort read for me. I’m reading it backwards. The Gratuitous Epilogue is perfect for unstressful reading. All that about architecture and wedding dresses and birthday presents and everyone living happily ever after.
Now I’ve gone back and started about halfway through the second book. I can’t tell yet if I’ll go all the way back to the beginning later.
I’m also writing a short story from Miguel’s pov. Don’t ask me how it’s going. I’m not used to writing short stories, so it’s hard to tell if it’s going to have the right kind of structure for a short story. If I finish it today, I guess it was going well.
I really need to write this boring report for work today since I took off an unexpectedly huge number of hours recently. Plus, I just need to write it. THis presents me with the choice of a) write boring and rather depressing statistical report about tutoring outcomes last semester. b) work on Miguel’s short story and maybe try to go on with the one where Natividad and Keziah go Christmas shopping together. c) read the rest of Caszandra.
It’s tough. The day already looks too short and it’s only 6:30 AM.
Brief puppy update: he’s still okay as of this morning. Gaining 3 ounces a day, the greedy little hippo. Eyes are almost all the way open.