Today it was finally above freezing for a while, and it was like Tahiti, in comparison to the last few weeks.

So lame. Give me spring, please.

Forgive the radio silence. Was sick Sunday/Monday, actually had to take a day off to recoup. Spent it on the couch with the quilt my great-grandma made for me when I was kid (it used to be bigger, right?) and reading—without my glasses.

It turns out I don’t need the progressive lenses I’ve been wearing for a year and a half. Someday I’ll need them back, sure, but for now I have yummy new glasses with only one correction in them.

When I put them on, the angels sang. I can actually see. Peripheral vision? I have it. Welcome back, friend. It’s probably a safer world out there, now that I’m driving AND can see.

Things I’ve read since last I reported:

3. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks– Rebecca Skloot
Felt like I needed to read something other than cozy Canadian murder mysteries. Don’t worry. It won’t last long. Had heard a lot about this book. Glad I got the chance to read it. I wish Skloot was a little less present in the book, but I get why she was there. The story is fascinating, inspiring, and vexing. You should read it.

4. Bury Your Dead– Louise Penny
Sob. These are over until Louise, sweet Louise, writes another one. I’m glad for this one. The last one was a little odd and unsatisfying, but this one made up for it.

5. The Murder of Roger Akroyd– Agatha Christie
So you already know who’s going to get axed, and anything else I say to praise/complain about it will ruin the whole thing. This is part of my effort to be better read in the classics of the genre. Got another Agatha lined up.