It’s coming! That moment some of you have been waiting for. And I. I have been waiting for this moment since last October when I did my first marathon. Only this time Sunday is cleared, too, so sleeping may take place. Whether I can stay up until 8 AM Sunday, I doubt, but if I can, then sleeping can follow.
I haven’t decided what to read yet, or what to eat, but I am thinking long and hard about these important matters. I still have all my holiday books which I didn’t read because I read Swann. Christie, Wentworth, Sayers, Wodehouse. Light and short. But then, maybe I should throw a short classic in there. Maybe a Sherlock Holmes or Poe or… the possibilities are scarily near infinite. Last year I read the Ocean at the End of the Lane which was very good. It would be nice to have something like that in the mix.
In a way it doesn’t matter what I think now. I’m a creature of moods and will read whatever I feel like when the time comes, though I also know there are books in the world I would enjoy more than all the others, but how to find them is the question.