Hello, Sunday.
It’s going to be 75 degrees today, and I don’t even know what to do with myself about it. Walking outside without warm footwear and some sort of overcoat seems risky and unrealistic, but it’s that time of the year that mental expectations for what awaits outside must be checked. It leads to an onslaught of emotions and feelings: hope, skepticism, disbelief, excitement, trepidation. Joy.
Enough about the weather. I hope that wherever you are, if it’s lovely, that you’ve spend the weekend enjoying it. If it’s not, I hope you’ve tucked in with a good book, a new TV show and some hot chocolate, which defies the seasons.
My best laid plans of yesterday encountered a sort of hiccup, but no matter that it will sort itself out by mid-week. Until then, time to cook things.
And read things! Lots of things to read this weekend:
Sorry- politics. As we loosely consider the merits of our potential leaders, an interesting read on an American’s take of the notorious Swedish system may change a few views.
Related, sort of: Can Justin Trudeau be more likable?
The lingering effects of growing up poor. This needs to change, but how?
Related: life expectancy inequality, the gap that is growing fast.
Survival of the fittest as one alligator eats another. Try to stop staring…and why are these people getting so close?? (sorry of this does not at all interest you, but for this Florida girl, I’m obsessed with/terrified by all things gator-related)
Is it really 2016? Why is this happening?
Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Your take on this might be telling.
Dear me. I know more than a few people of my generation and generations past that were raised by negligent parents, if this is true.
Related: Parenting today versus yesterday. How did so much changes so fast?
I love the Royals, and I am absolutely appalled at this article criticizing Kate’s un-pedicured toes. THIS is what you have to talk about????? Horrible, horrible.
And finally, time to sign off. All the best.
Have a good week!
Book of the past week: Speaking in Bones by Kathy Reichs.
Written over pancakes, waiting for coffee.
