I feel like such the slacking blogger!
Truthfully, there isn't much going on. Not much going on worth writing about. It just feels so incredibly January, you know? Gloomy and slushy.
I worked all weekend, which doesn't help things.
My cousin Danielle is having some mental health problems and I am worried sick, which doesn't help things.
Coworker B's replacement is going to be nobody (as in they're not going to fill his position), which doesn't help things.
The Coach still lives 2,000+ miles away, which doesn't help things.
And I know that I shouldn't care where The Coach lives or whether he's alive at all, and that doesn't help things either.
But I did recently fall in love.
With a book. I fell in love with a book.
If you've read it, kindly let me know what you think. And if you read it in the future, you'll tell me if you like it, won't you?
I'm interested to hear what other people think.
Because sometimes I am too easily moved. If that's something that you can be. Too easily moved. As though being stoic towards every book wins you an award. I'm not a literary critic. I'm just me. Stuck in another January. In love with a book and the love behind it.
I borrowed Tiny Beautiful Things from the library, but I will buy myself a copy. It is the kind of book that I need to keep close. It is the kind of book that I need to underline. Highlight. Fold down the corners. Fall asleep with in my bed. Carry with me for a long time.