Still stressed out. New week. Same old stress. It got slightly better and then *boom*.
So, I’m going to try to avoid it. How? By burrowing down with books. Because that will not solve anything but at the very least it might give me a respite.
five three books that I have physically and am going to read:
The Curse of the boyfriend sweater is the first one. I brought this one with me on a weekend getaway trip, but ended up reading the other one on knitting I had first.
– Let me flee into the lives of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. Well, probably not – but for escape a couple of hours, sure. I liked Debbie Reynolds’ biography better than Fisher’s princess book, so it will be interesting to see where this may fall.
The secret lives of colors. I’m fascinated by the concept, and I can think of at least a couple of other people who will be, too.
Originally, it was going to be five. I have more than five. But I figured along the way that I should rather actually read a couple first. Then I can build on that for next month/week/whatever.