It wasn’t Snowmageddon, but the lousy weather meant that I didn’t have to go in to work today. This meant I got to do some things that I’d been putting off for lack of time, as I generally don’t have two days off in a row.
I cleaned and polished my shoes.
I did some mending:
And I’ve finally done one of those little DIY projects I’ve had pinned on Pinterest for ages, which is to decorate one of the jars where I keep coins, seashells, and pebbles from my travels:
I also managed to finish off John Baxter’s A Pound of Paper: Confessions of a Book Addict, which I’ve been chipping away at for about a month. There are parts that are pretty interesting, and parts that are a little dull, and by the end you find out more about erotic book collections than you probably ever wanted to know, but overall it’s a pretty interesting read. Just not one that I could sit down and devour in a sitting or two.
Next on the list- for sure this time- is Colm Toibin’s Story of the Night, which has been sitting on the nightstand and taunting me for the last few weeks, and Vu Tran’s Dragonfish, which is a mystery novel set in Las Vegas. I also downloaded Imre Kertész’s Fatelessness to my e-reader. It’s set in Auschwitz, so it will be a more challenging story than I Have the Right to Destroy Myself.