Margaret Randolph
The Scarlet Letter
And there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. I feel like something the cat dragged in and just don't feel up to fiddling with it. I had promised pictures of some of my recent stitching acquisitions, but they will have to wait. Our crazy weather wheel stopped on 87 degrees today which has only added to my misery. And part of my day was spent trying to toll these two back home.
They (Victoria on the left and Rio on the right) are firm believers that the grass is greener in the neighbor's field. They also like to visit their old stablemate, Sally. Sally decided that she had a thing for a little pony that lives down the road and left home one day never to return. The neighbor says she is no bother and doesn't mind having her there.
My sweet son found my book list and ordered the top two on the list. He says they are a gift in return for my chauffeuring him around when his truck was in the shop. I know several people recommended the audio version of The Tsar of Love and Techno, but well, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I guess I will just have to struggle through the pronunciations.
Some recent library loot.
I've finished After the Parade and am currently reading Mink River, which seems to either rate five stars or one star - heavier on the five stars, though. So, I guess I will either really love it or maybe not so much.
Now I'm going to crawl back in bed with my furry cuddle bug Lola and hope to feel better soon. Thank you for visiting!