Reading and Writing on a Snow Day

I hoped and wished for a snow day. Today we had one. The snow paltry by Michigan standards. Maybe four inches. Enough that it too over an hour to clear the drive and then another fifteen minutes to clear the front path to the door, but not enough that I could not do it myself. It was a good morning, waking knowing that I had the full day ahead of me. Emma and I took a long walk. Then the shoveling. Then poor Ems, she had to go and get her teeth cleaned. She still has not completely recovered from the anesthesia. She is lying on the kitchen floor. Contemplating dinner, but with first class pain medication coursing through her veins. After the labor and the shuttling Emma about, I sat down and wrote. New words. A new piece due by the end of the month. After a lot of editing over the past weeks and teaching and other activities, it was good to sit with my own words. Forming them, scratching them out, playing with them. Then some reading this afternoon. And I ordered two new bookcases. My library is nearly all reorganized, but it still needs more space. Especially if I want it to grow, even modestly.

I am loving reading again. Fiction. I am reading some writers in their entirety. Reading back through Sarah Waters novels. And Helen Humphreys. I love how fiction occupies my mind. Consumes it. I am similarly consumed with television serials. Currently finishing The Wire. Then the third season of House of Cards. It has been released on Netflix, right?

All of this is just to say I would like to have more snow days in my life metaphorically. More days of writing and reading. A little laundry. Some housebound solitude.

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