C’mon, you know the song, right? Or am I just old? And possibly have bad music tastes too. Don’t judge! Nah, I’m cool being a nerd. I’m already a book nerd, might as well be a music nerd too! Since I traditionally use a song in the title of my annual best of books post, I chose Roxette beause I loved many, many books this year. And sure, sure, the next line in the song is “But it’s over now”, which also felt sadly appropriate. My love affair with books took a hit this year, but I still love them.
Whoa. I can’t believe Christmas is next week and 2019 is just days away. To be fair, I’m pretty excited for 2019 because 2018 wasn’t all that awesome. It was a weird year, right? Both fast and painfully slow. A slow-moving train wreck that you cannot escape, even though you keep wailing that you want off right now! Or was that just me screaming?
Oh, the weather outside is not very frightful. Nah. It’s sunny and high 60’s which is cold to some Californians. Not me. Well, not normally me. But I won’t lie, people: the heater has been briefly turned on twice this month. I’m not proud but running around shivering is stupid too. Thus, it’s official now: I’m a California wimp.
Reading isn’t about quantity for me (I set no yearly reading goals) but enjoyment, and sometimes you go through a dry patch where nothing appeals to you. Murder? Nope. Ghosts and goblins? Nah. Chuckles galore? Uh-uh. Ooey gooey love story? Groddy to the max. Something enlightening or inspiring? Errrr … okay, I’ll try it. But I won’t promise to like it or read it. Maybe I’ll just pet the book lovingly and eventually read a page if I’m feeling feisty.
To be completely honest, I’m not sure if this is volume 6 or 12 or 4. I’m too lazy to verify something that really doesn’t matter much in this big ‘ol thing we call life. Also, I had something else fun planned for today but I can’t remember what that was. Normally I do write my post ideas down (I have an ongoing draft with a list of ideas) but didn’t do it and don’t remember what my grand idea was. And sticking with the honesty theme, it may have not been that fun or grand either. 😀
Last year, for those of you with great memories, you may recall that I was on my get healthy journey and overall doing well. Pounds were lost and not found again. Bat wings became less flappable. Butt shrunk, leading to saggy ass pants bottoms which I found both fascinating and horrifying. But … but … but … now. Now is not so great. Pounds have been found. And I feel all the feels, which sucks because I am an emotional eater.