Other than the “Dance of the Fitted Sheets,” it was a truly lazy day. Laundry aside, I finished “The Memoirs of Cleopatra,” 970 pages worth of sheer biographical fiction bliss. And I read the physical book – heavy and weighty! It was not a read for a pre-bedtime ritual because it was too unwieldy. I had to sit and read it at my kitchen table or risk injury to my neck and shoulders! I soldiered on.
When I finished, I had that feeling of loss which comes from putting the characters and story away. I believe I will have to mourn the end of a great story before finding my next read. I’m still a tad miffed at Cleopatra, too.
In the meantime, I will tend to my “to do” list which, I have successfully placed in my procrastination file.