It’s been that kind of month, a lot more than just the elderly great-aunt who (sigh) drives me buggy and the little dog who (wah) required heart surgery, both of whom need attending today while the aunt is an hour to the west of where I live and the dog is an hour-and- a-half to the east. It is doable. Is that enough of the whining?
But listen. Last night I started reading a new book: Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Keetha recommended it so highly last year I bought one for my niece for Christmas, but did not read it myself. It didn’t actually sound like my kind of spiritual book.
It is. Forty pages into it, I am already ready to read it again. I don’t know if it holds up, but I’m at the stage I want to tell everyone. So I’m telling you.