Ok, I did it, I’m done. I left for China a year ago tomorrow (Tuesday, September 11th) and read my first book on the plane. It was a Nora somebody book that was on a shelf in the back of the plane and the flight attendants said I could have it. It was something like 2 or 3 of her shorter books in one and was quite fluffy. I ended today by spending an hour and a half in Barnes and Noble reading the Tao Te Ching. It’s 82 poems. Ha!
It wasn’t so hard reading 52 books in 52 weeks. I kept up without really trying most of the year. The problem came with all the traveling this past month. I was right on track when I left China, but then read one book in 4 weeks, which left me with 6 books to read in 2 weeks and we still had a week of company and traveling. So what it came down to was me reading 4 books in the last 4 days.
But it’s done now and I’ll write up a complete book list for y’all in rough chronological order. Later. Right now I’m busy making black bean soup and resting my wimpy pregnant body. I could never have imagined that sitting could be this uncomfortable.
Also, baby alien has the hiccups.