So yes, Prep. It’s not great. It’s not even good. I can’t stop reading it but I am hating it. Sure, there are brief moments where I find something redeeming. But on the whole, this is utter crap. I have about 30 pages and then I am putting it on the shelf in the grad lounge under the “Tomes needing homes” sign.

When I went home for lunch, it was only 79 out with a lovely breeze. I went into the office closest – way into the back – and pulled out my storage container of Fall things. Yes, it is time. I admit that a wave – a surge even – of happiness washed over me as I pressed my window gel pumpkins onto the glass door into a symmetrical arrangement. I opened the screen door and let the dogs lay on the rug there, sniffing the Autumn air and basking in the coolness of the room. I made a sandwich and ate it, feeling decidedly more calm than I did last night, where I felt a tensing anxiety for no apparent reason and had fallen asleep early.

Finally finished that book. Thank god.

It’s only 3:15 and I would LOVE to go home right this second.