I hope you all enjoy your weekend. Looking back, I see that today was a good day. I had a book group meeting this morning where we discussed Nam Le’s short story collection The Boat. The verdict was mostly positive, although everyone liked some stories more than others, and we had some criticisms of this and that. But everyone agreed he is an excellent writer.
Then I came home and went running, and my feet didn’t hurt at all. After that a book arrived in the mail, Parson Woodforde’s diary, written from 1758 to 1803. It’s a big thick book, something that will take me a long time to read and that I’m pretty sure I will enjoy. Perhaps it will make a good bedside book.
And then there was a trip to the chiropractor, where I got my shoulders massaged and my neck adjusted, and then dinner. Somewhere in there was some time to read, and I picked up André Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name, a book highly recommended by Jenny D., partly because it’s a beautiful book and partly because it has lots of swimming, running, and cycling in it. I’m having trouble putting it down.
Then there was swimming in the evening, where I did some drills and swam a half mile altogether (with lots of breaks) — not terribly far, really, but the farthest I’ve gone since who knows when. And then there was a walk to town for ice cream, and now I’m home, ready to return to my novel.
That’s how a summer day should go, don’t you think?