Pleasure Reading

Wait, is it actually "leisure reading"? Which is idiomatic? One sec.

...Hmmm. A google search returns 405,00 hits for "pleasure reading" and 1,150,000 hits for "leisure reading." I could change the title of my post, but then I would have to delete these four lines of text and come up with a whole new introduction.

The point is that yesterday I bought Rosie by Anne Lamott for $0.99 from the Pegasus street sale, and it's super good. It would be hard to claim that Rosie by Anne Lamott is an important novel, but it was a good start to the morning at Cafe Trieste.

I don't love being at my house during the day because someone could come home at any time and ask me what I'm doing. So, I'm off to find a new place to read Rosie by Anne Lamott.

I really miss blogging.

Maybe I could do it in the mornings? I got some good news this week, which corresponds to the fact that I went nightswimming at Leah's neighborhood pool in The Nut last week and borrowed her beautiful mother's really chill tankini. The good news is, said beautiful mother passed on the tankini to Leah to give to me!

Every parent knows that my own parents are in Israel, so they all want to distract me from my plight (slash, dare I say, nurture and nourish me) by giving me new bathing suits and stuff like that. It's all in all not that bad of a situation, but I do wish the time difference were less extreme.