In its already 80-degree glory (soon to be replaced by clouds, rain, and drear), Spring Break is here. I’m not going anywhere (unless you count a two-day visit to PA and grandparents). Maybe a picnic, definitely some shopping and hanging out, and definitely, definitely reading, writing, and running.
I’d love to post summery pictures, but for some reason, Chrome has been refusing to display any images today. So.
‘Tis all. I’m off to lounge in the sun and begin The Count of Monte Cristo. Ah, nothing like a little light springtime reading – 1462 pages… (I wanted to read Sherlock Holmes or some of Pushkin’s short stories, but I couldn’t find them/didn’t feel like hanging around inside a library when it’s so nice outside). So.