Do you have any idea how hard it is to find something that rhymes with eleven that’s not seven or heaven? Seriously, these suggestions (rhymezone.com) were laughable and so we ended up with second breakfast which I am here for.
As I surpass my eleventh year of blogging, I’m glad to say I’ve returned back to a more balanced schedule and cadence; and that my stats are reflecting this after a couple of down years where I wasn’t able to blog (or shock/horror, read) as frequently. My stats are up across the board and I’m sure would be even higher if I got back to interacting with other book bloggers, but that’s always a work in progress.
I am currently sitting poolside in Aruba waiting for the towel hut to open so we can reserve our chairs for the day. It is luxurious.
Another whirlwind month in what seems to be the waning stages of the pandemic (I’m still not convinced).
Just when you think the months can’t get any longer they do, and you’re left with WT actual F. I’m currently on my third flight in three days—I’m just exhausted—and of the three this was the only one actually planned.
What an unexciting month . . . a lot of it probably has to do with a full year of doing the same thing over and over, but it was also just a nice boring predictable month without any surprises.