I started reading Lisey's Story last night. It's been awhile since I read any Stephen King, and I had forgotten how his writing just draws you in. I'm not a fan of horror as a genre, but you can't get better than Stephen King when it comes to storytelling. I had this book on my mind ALL day today, I only read the first 50 pages or so last night but it really stuck with me. I have a feeling I'm going to have a hard time putting it down to get to sleep at a decent hour tonight.
I'm also loving this book and am currently knitting these socks in a fingering (really skinny, for the non-knitters out there) weight cotton/wool blend yarn in ivory, apple, yellow and a little bit of brown. Perfect yarn for spring!
So, yes, it's Thursday and I'm just now getting around to posting an entry I wrote on Saturday. Oops.
I have to add this amusing anecdote...I have some pictures of Bono hanging in my cubicle at work (among other things, it's not all Bono!) and a guy asked me today if that was my husband. He was dead serious, too! Hello!! How do you not recognize Bono?? And who does he think I'm married to that I have to snap photos of him as he signs autographs? It was funny. I just laughed and said, "I wish! That's Bono." If he doesn't know who Bono is I'm not going to be able to tell him in a way that's not going to reveal the depths of his ignorance. Really.
And for the record, I do have a picture of my actual, flesh-and-blood husband on my desk, too, and I pointed him out to the guy. No, it's not as prominent as my Bono photos, and no, there aren't as many pics of him as there are of u2, but I felt it important to point out that I do have an actual life, not just the fantasy one in my head where I get to run off with the band for good times and high adventures every night. Sigh.