~Danteholic

I have been sick 4 times this year, I think - enough times for me to know it is too much and to lose count. I rest enough to feel ok so as to haul my ass to work - thank God I love my job otherwise I would be miserable.

Otherwise I am happy. My potatoes are now little bushes, and my onions (all I could taste while sick) are good for eating. I am waiting for my tomatoes to start coming out so it can join the garlic in a pasta sauce! And make some pesto...yumm. So yes, instead of writing I have been sowing seeds.

I have been reading some excellent literature of late. The Secret Between Us was pretty good, in translation, but it didn't keep me up at night. The Birth House absolutely blew me away, I cannot stop raving about this book (thankfully it's my job to rave...or at least I consider it part of my job). I just finished Jennifer Weiner's latest book, and I know she isn't up there in terms of world=class literature, but when a book can make me cry, nay, SOB in public, it deserves a special mention. And I'm not even hormonal right now (although rather phlegmy. So if you do decide to read it, please finish it in a locked room. Thankfully I have a nasty cough and the sniffles so passed it off as being sick (although I probably fooled no-one, they were all probably wondering why that woman was shuddering sobs in the back of the bus).

I am still in May, slowly trying to get through May's list of deviations...But here are some worthy finds of late:

Stigma by ~parkinglotkiss
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Apollo and his Consort by ~JShay
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Immured by ~X-lesbian-X
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Bejeweled by `hbynoe
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Admiralty Bay by *dogfolife69
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My heart is open, and I am living.

Nessie