Today was one of those days, and there have been a few of "those days" this week. I have tomorrow off and began my time away from the working world this afternoon by climbing into the tub with a hot chocolate--extra dashes of vanilla and cinnamon, thank you very much--and a book of Jane Austen's major novels.
I have been reading Sense and Sensibility nightly before bed the past few weeks and am now about seventy pages from the end. I've read Jane Austen before but couldn't really get into her writing at the time and don't even remember which of her major novels it was that I read. So now, probably at least ten years later, I'm reading Miss Jane again. One of my former English professors used to say that you haven't really read a book until you've read it twice, and I agree. I'm in the habit of starting back at page one after finishing my first read of something, Dr. D would be happy to hear.
In any case, it was hot chocolate and Jane for me this afternoon, and on an otherwise gloomy thirty-degree day, the sun came out while I was in the tub and filled the bathroom with a beautiful buttery light for awhile. While my mood has not improved a grand amount , I do feel more rested and much more peaceful, so thank goodness, as always, for long hot baths and good books. And now, back to Elinore and her awkward conversation with Lucy and Edward.