Yesterday was an unexpected reading day. I took Ian McEwan's What We Can Know with me to the dermatologist's office, and I did have time to start reading it. It hooked me very early--it's a great concept, a book that takes place both in our time and a hundred years forward, with a literary mystery (a great poem that has disappeared). It reminds me of A. S. Byatt's Possession, which I loved when I first read it but have never been able to make my way through again.
My dermatologist declared me to have passed my annual exam with flying colors, even as she zapped me with nitrogen for spot after spot and biopsied a spot. She said I have beautiful skin, and I'm happy for compliments in my increasingly aging body. I see all the splotches and stray hairs and scaly bits of my skin.
I got back home and still felt a bit off kilter, as I often do after a doctor or dentist visit. So I sat at the computer, but I realized I still wanted to be reading, reading a book, not articles about our current time of politics on the computer. So I switched.
My spouse was happy to be watching his Cops-like show, so I kept going. I had bought some Peppermint Creme coffee at the Fresh Market on my way to the dermatologist. The day was overcast, with the hope of afternoon snow.
Well, I had hope, even though the system was scheduled to come through later in the evening/overnight hours. I got up this morning to cold rain instead, and I'm trying not to feel depressed about it. I was looking forward to wintry weather on a day when I didn't have to be anywhere. I can still cook the pot roast I bought yesterday, of course. It will be just as good on a rainy day as it would be on a day with a wintry mix.
And there should be more time to read today--bliss!
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