Sustenance

I was well on my way to be virtuous last night, as I got into bed at 11 pm and set my alarm for 7. But then I realized I was quite close to the end of Never Let Me Go and so I might as well finish it, right? Right. Appropriately for the title, it's a difficult book to put down. You reach the end of a chapter and think, "okay, now I'll turn off the light," but suddenly you find yourself halfway through the next chapter. While I'd recommend it, I do have to say that after reading the last page, I wasn't too sad about letting it go. I didn't want to clasp it to my bosom like, say, Pride and Prejudice. Nope, just tossed it over the side of the bed (onto the book heap that permanently lives there - side effect of a tiny bedside table) and went to sleep.

I've also been on another little Dorothy Sayers kick - listening to The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club and got Gaudy Night on Netflix. I think my favorite part about the Gaudy Night movie was watching them drink all that tea. The guy who does Lord Peter left something to be desired. He was missing a certain snappiness. No one can come close to the vision in my head. But the tea! The dons with their fine china and pouring in milk and careful stirring. I love England for its tea-drinking habits. Thinking about it, I realized that I love the way tea and coffee are both used in books and movies - an offering of a cup always introduces a nice note of comfort and sustenance. Beverages you could live off.

Go check out Kate's goats. She emailed me saying, "Keith got me two awesome surprise presents." And I said, "sweet. are they goats?" Their names are Beezus and Ramona. I am jealous.