L. just called to say he and S. have finally made it to the beach (they started late, turned around once and came home when they thought they'd forgotten something, then did the ritual getting lost thing). They're staying with L.'s family for a few days while I stay here giving meds to Ezra--she does have kidney disease, I'm sad to say, instead of a mere kidney infection as we'd hoped--and ordering carry-out when. ever. I. please.
And reading. This afternoon, several chapters from The Judge, which I positively love. Determining to read Rebecca West is proving to be a most enjoyable experience.
And ordering books on line. After applying my latest gift certificate, How Proust Can Change Your Life and Kristin Lavransdatter cost me all of $1.47.
And reading. This evening it'll be the "Overture" to Swann's Way, in honor of Proust's birthday. Maybe I'll get in the spirit of things and read it in bed.
Let the wild rumpus start!
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