I even got up early to post so I would miss as little as possible. Okay, that’s not why. I got a phone call and it didn’t seem worth going back to bed. But I was unable to keep this eight hour span free, so I’ll leave at some point and maybe try to make up for it afterward. I bought a pile of mini junk food I can’t show you because my camera cable has wandered off, but it includes mini M&Ms, mini Triscuits and mini Pretzels coated in Butterfinger candy. Who knew there was so much mini junk out there?
And for the mini-reading:
The Goldfinch is a mini-bird. A scarlet pimpernel is a mini-flower. There is nothing mini about Morte. Except perhaps the number of people who are reading it. I’m part of a mini-readalong. In a great burst of effort, I finished book IX, which is also the end of volume 1 and should count as a chunkster by itself, but alas, does not. Apparently Book X is like a doorstop itself. If I make it through that, the rest is cake. I may need more coffee.