I’ve just been so sleepy all afternoon and kind of annoyed by that, considering that, even if it was hotter than when we normally walk, we didn’t walk but ten minutes farther than we do every day.
But I just caught sight of myself in the mirror and I am sunburnt.
Sunburnt.
I’m working my way through Carter Beats the Devil which is slow-going. I’m trying to start to piece together what I’d like to work on next since that’s the advice they give you, when you’re waiting on one thing, start on the next. And I’m waiting on the novel, and waiting to hear about “Frank,” and waiting to unveil “The Witch’s Friend.” I’ve got some things percolating, but nothing really forming itself yet.
And that’s pretty much it. The Butcher is out for the evening, so I’m going to have to do the cat myself. I am not excited about that.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I really liked Carter Beats the Devil, though I did have some trouble getting into it initially. I was not as taken with his next novel (Sunnyside), though it has some extremely memorable bits.
It doesn’t take long in the sun to burn if you have no sunblock on. I locked myself out of the house not long ago and decided to walk to go get lunch. Not far, maybe somewhere between 1-2miles and I was purple-red when I got back.
Bridgett, that’s exactly how I’m feeling about it. The only reason I kept plowing through the first 100 pages was because you said I should read it. But now I’m thoroughly engaged.
Dolphin, yeah, it just was not bright on my part. We walk early in the morning, before the sun is very high.