Today has been one of those slow Sunday afternoons typical of early fall. I don’t feel like reading, I don’t feel like writing. I would otherwise be pretty bored, except that last night I picked up the first three seasons of Scrubs on DVD so I’ll probably spend the afternoon watching an episode or two.
Ten years ago today, I began reading Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes for the first time. Here is how I described it in my diary:
Today was a good day and I think it was because I started reading Something Wicked This Way Comes at lunch. I love the book. It made lunch great, and made my evening great too.
The next day, I wrote the following:
I did more reading tonight than I have in a single night in quite a while–nearly 100 pages of Something Wicked This Way Comes. What a great story! It was so pleasant to be sitting, eating a good turkey, ham and cheese sandwich, and a crispy mug of Coke. That, coupled with the fact that it’s fall, and feels like fall made it a wonderful read.
I have to mow the lawn again (it’s grown in quick since the last time). It’s really nice out right now and I should probably go out and take care of that, but I’m feeling a little to
lethargic lazy. Maybe later.
My landlord invited me to an outing and concert at his home (a rambling farm) on October 14, which was very nice of him. It would be fun to go, but I will be in L.A. that weekend, and so I had to take a rain check.
I’ve been listening to Coldplay much of the early part of the afternoon.