What I was doing tonight while I was supposed to writing a real blog post:

I’m thinking of this post as an updated version of my old “True Confessions Tuesday” series…  

  1. I stayed at work for an extra half hour working on the April DVM schedule because my boss and I were working on it and I got confused and I couldn’t go on my weekend without sorting it out.
  2. I poured a glass of wine (okay, a glass of wine was poured for me) right when I walked into the house.
  3. I stood and talked to my husband about all of the day’s adventures. Just the usual stuff like how one of my clients returned after five years of going elsewhere, and I thought it had only been two years since the last time I saw her, but actually it was five years…. Where the heck does time go?
  4. I watched the Makeover Week episode of The Biggest Loser and spent a lot of time making fun of Tim Gunn’s outfit choices for the contestants. He actually did a really good job with the guys this year.
  5. Watching last week’s episode of Elementary.
  6. Drinking more wine.
  7. I ate my Friday night special snack of one slice of Tillamook cheese and Triscuits (as many as I want! Up to twelve).
  8. And now I’m watching Doctor Who. Again.


And now for very brief thoughts on the first fifty pages of The Bone Clocks. So far, it’s going pretty well. David Mitchell is known for complex, shifting viewpoint, shifting time frame, possibly even shifting universe novels, and though I own all of his books, I’ve never read one, in part because I’m worried they’ll confuse the bejesus out of me! But it seems like the confusion may build gradually in his books. The first part of the book takes place in 1984, and our narrator is a British teenager named Holly Sykes, who gets into a huge fight with her mom and runs away from home to go live with her boyfriend, only to find him in bed with her supposed best friend. So then she takes off and goes towards the coast where she spends the night with an acquaintance from school in a church. After she leaves him the next morning, things start to get a little weird. But that’s as far as I’ve gotten. I love Holly’s voice. It’s written in her lower middle class British dialect, and she’s great. I like her and am constantly annoyed by her horrible teenagerness. I promise to have more to say about an actual book by Thursday.

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2 Responses to What I was doing tonight while I was supposed to writing a real blog post:

  1. lfpbe says:

    Haha – I think I posted at 11:57 and you still squeezed one in after me. That was impressive synchrony. You can delete mine if you want. Have a good night!

  2. badkitty1016 says:

    No let’s leave them both up!

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