I moved last week.
And now I am sneezing my head off (it’s raining, it’s dusty, and my nose loves to torment me. Go figure).
I haven’t read a book–nor even started one–in over a week.

I did find my tea, though, so life isn’t all bleak. And even though there are boxes and garbage bags and everything, I can smile (occasionally) because I spy my bookcase filled with books yet to be read–delicious treats I haven’t tasted yet.

What book should I plunge into once I have time? What else would you suggest for when I finally get to relax? What do you do when you are sneezing, stressed and it’s raining like a moose outside?

And won’t you all be glad when I can write again, and not post about the mundanity of my life?