Lazy Sunday

Since it's too hot to hang out at home, I've decided not to feel guilty about all the things I should be doing, but to go with the flow and hang out at Starbucks, reading and generally lazing about. I could use a sweater or quilt, though; this Starbucks is always freezing cold, and I dressed for ninety degrees, not sixty. Eh, the better to sell more hot coffee, I suppose.

Finished reading Janet Evanovich's Twelve Sharp yesterday; somehow, I missed this particular novel in the series. The current non-fiction choice is Just Listen: Discover the Secrets of Getting Through to Absolutely Anyone by Mark Goulston. It sounds like a salesman's handbook, but it really isn't; call it a guide to breaking down barriers to real communication. For fun, I'm wandering through some short stories from the turn of the (last) century by Anna Katherine Green called Room Number Three and Other Detective Stories (thanks, Melissa!) I've dipped my toes into Sheila Walsh's The Shelter of God's Promises as well. And there are two of Kathy Reichs' Temperance Brennan novels in the virtual "new" stack in the Kindle - I'd love to start one this afternoon.

Why yes, I do like to read. Generally, my fiction reading outstrips the nonfiction by about two to one, but I've been able to keep the ratio of completed books in the Kindle at about fifty-fifty. I'm enjoying all the reading this weekend in large part because when (well, if - it's rescheduled for tomorrow) the central air is installed in my flat, I need to start packing in earnest, which will eat up my reading time. I've never been much for audio books - I cannot both listen and do something else at the same time (never could). So I either concentrate on packing, and miss the story, or get so engrossed in the story no packing is done.

Maybe I'm just easily distractable.

I should hit the grocery on the way home, though I really don't have the energy. I need to provision up for the next couple weeks; the State Fair begins this Thursday, making parking in my neighborhood an absolute misery. If I miss a very narrow window to get home and parked, I pretty much can't get a spot within three blocks of my place until after ten, even on weeknights.

The up side? This is the last year I have to deal with that stuff.