Sitting here by the dining room window wondering what to say...and what to read next. Problem is I have to get up. One library is in the space between living and dining room, and the other is in the office...and there is a third in Storm’s room. Storm is my cat, who likes to sleep in my lap while I read in the chair or on my chest if I lay in bed. She’s very annoying, but puts up with me.

Anyway...a few musing follow.

I haven’t read FLINT for awhile, haven’t checked out Lost Treasures for a week or so, and that seems like the logical place to start. FLINT seems to be my go to book. So much so I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve read it. There are several older novels I haven’t read in awhile like THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO or TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD,, but LL’s novels are like old friends and at my age in these times...

It’s still weird to see folks walking up the street alone gesturing as if in conversation. I guess I will never get used to modern phones.

Where was I...oh...wait one. Picked a leatherette at random. And YONDERING it is. Seems appropriate somehow, since I am forced to stay in place.