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I have never been more happy for it to be Friday. my crazy busy week is over. the sky is clear. the air is brisk. the birds are singing. I am being ever so lazy.

(now to my credit I did get the car inspected on my way to get lattes at Starbucks.)

my house is somewhat of a wreck after hosting a club meeting mid-week. my bed remains unmade. dinner will be take-out. but I am happy and content to take the day and do mostly nothing.

this afternoon I sat in the sun and finished my book. a lovely novella entitled The Uncommon Reader. a story of Queen Elizabeth discovering a love of reading. no drama. no violence. no sex. simple. enticing. one of those books that while you know it is fiction it seems very real. and after wondering for years, this week as I watched the Queen celebrate her diamond jubilee, I know she carries a book in her ever present handbag.

'reading was not doing, that had always been the trouble. and old though she was, she was still a doer.'