Oh, and as my Mom decided to stay over for the weekend, I've had the luxury of reading. For hours on end this morning. Yesterday I rather sceptically picked up a book she was reading, thinking I'd read a couple of pages, you know, like picking at a food you're quite sure you're not going to like:
Eat. Pray. Love.
I devoured it in two days. Reading an emotionally charged book like that at that speed results in an emotional experience akin to what I imagine it's like driving in a Formula-1 race: a little exhilarating and a little white-knuckled at times. You know in "When Harry Met Sally" when the lady leans over to waiter and says "I'll have what she's having"? That. Except spiritually.
Now I'm tired, and me and my cold are going to bed.