We never got the predicted deep snow, but we did get the frigid temps. And because we could, Zen-Den and I spent Sunday at home going nowhere.
He watched football on TV.
In fact, I finished one novel, The Alice Network, by Kate Quinn.
[I don’t do book reviews on this blog. Instead I’ll tell you that I enjoyed this historical fiction novel because it had unique characters, a predictable but interesting plot, and explained the history of women spies during WWI, something I knew nothing about.]
Then I pulled out an Agatha Raisin mystery by M.C. Beaton because I wanted a lightweight British cozy mystery to while away the rest of the day.
As one does when one is me.
I admit I looked outside and contemplated walking into the screened-in porch to brush off the snow from the winter furniture, but that seemed like too. much. effort. for a woman in her jammies all day.
[Plus, that furniture is teak which is supposed to weather the elements so that it can develop a rich gray patina and show a little character.]
And that, Dear Diary, is about all there is to say about Sunday instant.
I’m hoping that the temps will get up into the 20s today so I can comfortably go for a walk outside, but if not I’ll keep reading.
Up next in my TBR stack is Beartown by Fredrik Backman, so you know I’ll be enjoying the book in front of me. Thus I say fear not, for I shall keep myself entertained while avoiding inclement weather.