A life of books . . .
The most shocking thing this year is that I was able to read anything after June 30. Between work being ridiculous love the summer, long-delayed pandemic vacations, and starting school again I’m shocked I read as much as I did.
You can definitely see a bit of a dip after June, but MM Romance novels kept my numbers up and probably will continue to keep them up over the next two years. My page count is way down, but what can you do? At least I’m still finding time to read.
It’s weird writing this a week into November. I was doing so good about keeping up but the end of October and the beginning of November has been long and exhausting. School is picking up with shifting from fall one to fall two classes and midterms and the reading is no joke. And that doesn’t even take into work ALWAYS picking up around this time.
I got a little more reading done in September than I did in August, but only because I leaned into romances. This academic reading is no joke ya’ll—if I added that in you’d think all I did was read for the entire month! It also didn’t hurt that we were on vacation for the first week or so of September so I got plenty of reading and knitting done without adorable puppy interruptions.
The thing about getting a puppy is that they take up all your time! When you add in that August is traditionally a busy time at work, we had a vacation starting at the beginning of September, and school started in early September, it’s no wonder I’m just now getting this posted. You’ll just have to appreciate the three adorable pictures of Barnaby the Bernedoodle to make up for it (and the almost total lack of reading this month).
I. Am. Exhausted. This was meant to post on the first, but between my on-campus intensive at Harvard Graduate School of Education (I’m a fancy Lunchable) which delayed it to Wednesday, and then negotiations with Tim to get an unexpected puppy (OMG HE’S SOOOO CUTE). I’m obviously very late. There are more pics at the end (you’re welcome).