Sunday Dithers

Happy Sunday, lazycakes!  The weather is warm and my sunburn from last weekend's camping trip is vacating the premises (I am sort of disgusting to look at) and there are rumors of brunch in my near future.

I have been on an absolute tear of BEA books, and they have all been good-to-marvelous, which was unexpected?  Maybe because I started with the Patrick Nesses and Chuck Klostermans, which is sort of like starting with dessert (if dessert were Tragic and/or Weird).  I'm trying to intersperse my BEA-stravaganza with books that are already released, so I'm not all Here's a book you can't have, and HERE's a book you can't have, and here!  It helps that I forgot to un-freeze my library holds in increments after New York, and suddenly I have a stack as long as my arm.

My reading time has been curtailed because I've been working off and on for my thesis supervisor from last year, helping her file things and annotate things and clean things, but also because I have been watching a lot of hockey.  I'm not sure you're aware?  But my Canucks are in the Stanley Cup FINALS where they haven't been for seventeen years (which is, incidentally, how long I've been a Canucks fan for.  Finals runs are aces for accruing new fans) and it has been a gritty, messy series with dirty play on both sides and some TERRIBLE officiating, but also some amusing by-play with Vancouver doing some stupid and childish things and then the Boston coach being all, My team would never do that, and then TWO of his team members doing just that in the next game.

The series ends either Monday (please) or Wednesday (*dies, because she cannot handle the stress of another Game 7*) and then I promise not to talk about hockey again for a while.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my brunch-pants.