I’ve spent most of this week doped up on DayQuil and NyQuil. When I’m not a zombie going through the motions of work, I’m falling asleep on the couch or the train or wherever I sit down for more than a few minutes at a time.
My pretty new tea pot arrived today. It’s a sunshiny yellow, which I love.
New books to be read, if I ever finish Medicus, are waiting on my night stand: Carla Kelly’s new book, which appears to be generating some controversy among her fans since it is a departure from trad Regencies, and a f/f book set in the surf culture in Hawaii. The second book I bought only because when I opened to a random page, the characters were talking about Nora Roberts. Which entertained me.
Medicus is well-written, and interests me as I read it, but I don’t feel really compelled to keep reading. You know how sometimes it’s hard to put a book down, you have to know what comes next? I don’t feel that way. There’s no urgency. And the mystery feels remote, not central to the story. Which is maybe the author’s intent, I’m not sure how this book is classified, as a mystery or just historical fiction.
Or my ennui could be a function of the cough medicine.