Today's short story post has been pre-empted by Friday's bad weather. This is the after photo. All this translates into one big heap of debris. And I have to say those stumps weigh a lot! I couldn't even pick them up--I had to roll them over to the pile. Some of this has already been carted away. It just feels wrong to be raking leaves in June! Green healthy leaves at that! There's one tiny ecosystem disrupted.
Although I had hoped to spend the afternoon reading Mr. Kipling, I'm afraid I'm going to have to put him off until later in the week. I thought I would have time to finish reading Edith Wharton's Glimpses of the Moon this weekend, which I have been really enjoying. I'm still at the halfway mark, however, so I will be tardy to the Slaves' discussion, which begins tomorrow. I've got a crushing headache (the sort that throbs behind your eyeballs), so I am not really even in the mood to read. And my very.very. very. slow.computer is doing nothing to make me feel better. I think I may have to just spend a few mindless hours in front of the TV instead. I have The Other Boleyn Girl (not expecting a history lesson here, but the entertainment factor should be high), and Catherine Cookson's The Tide of Life (never read a Cookson novel, but the film adaptations are generally enjoyable to watch) from Netflix.
Regular book chatter should resume tomorrow. I've finished two really good books that I hope to post on soon. And two of my library books look very interesting! I can't wait to get back to normal and just lose myself in a book again!