My mother's birthday is today, and I overheard her telling her brother she figures that maybe now it's time to be a grown up. Then later we decided that nah, neither of us would ever grow up. It's more fun to stay perpetually 21. And Younger Brother is 20 as of tomorrow. How did THAT happen?
Note: Even though the clocks went ahead an hour, I feel like it's later than it is. It's only 8:30 but I feel like it should be bedtime.
Mom, Dad and I finished Cranford this afternoon. We agreed that entirely too many people died. I LOVED it, and I never want to see it again. So is the general consensus that Mary ends up with the spectacle-doctor? Perhaps this is addressed in Return to Cranford?
I keep trying for weeks to read fewer than 8 books at once (and I've finished 8 this month already), but it keeps not happening.
Have I mentioned: RENFAIRES!!!! Less than a month away. So happy. So many plans.
Ha! It just started raining, big plump pattering drops. This, I think, is my cue to crawl in bed with some of those 8 books.