It’s been a tricky day here. I’ve haven’t really slept since maybe Sunday night and all day I’ve been either half-awake, panicky about getting everything done, or cranky. Or at least so it seems to me. Everything hurts or aches except The Gary Monster who sneezes and wheezes. Worst of all, when I finally decided to get up since early since I wasn’t going to fall asleep, my Thurber Carnival was in Mom’s room. I couldn’t read a Thurber! It’s like demented secret passion. No one I know actually reads anything except for Walter Mitty and The Catbird Seat. But every mystery reader should read The Macbeth Murder Mystery.
December 22, 2011