I expected to be back to posting as soon as the primary was over, but I didn't count on how exhausted I would be for days afterwards. Or the lower back pain. We voted 896 people on the machines, had 54 provisional ballots cast, and stayed so busy that I didn't even have time to eat an entire bagel over the course of the day. If we don't get both more workers and more equipment in November--well, I don't want to even think about it.
And then I caught a cold, which after five days, still seems to be getting worse instead of better. L. thinks I should go to the doctor, but I'm going to give things another day.
And Something Major happened over the weekend, which will deserve its own post in a day or so--I'm waiting for photographic evidence.
I actually went a week without opening a book.
But on Monday I finished Don Robertson's The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread, a book I learned about via Bybee, who counts it as her all-time favorite, and yesterday I started three:
Elizabeth Strout's Olive Kitteredge, Lauren Liebenberg's The Voluptuous Delights of Peanut Butter and Jam, and Julie Hecht's latest story collection Happy Trails to You, which I downloaded to the Kindle immediately after spotting it on Amazon. I'm enjoying all three enormously after a spell of feeling rather "eh" about the books I picked up and I've arranged a shelf with all the ones I'd like to get through over the summer and I've paid my fines at the public library that had blocked me from placing holds there since last summer and I now have three books waiting to be picked up after I leave work this evening.
All I want to do this summer is read.