I’ll get my movies watched in 2010 and books read in 2010 pages updated. I’ve seen a lot more movies and definitely read a lot more books than are currently listed. It will involve my looking at my library history and going through a stack of books in the bedroom and another stack of books in the bathroom and yet another stack of books in the spare room. And going through my Netflix history. ‘Cause I’m crazy that way.
I’m going to tell you about my much less cool Julie & Julia adventure that I’m planning to start on. I’m not assigning a time limit to it, because I won’t keep it, but I’m excited about meandering my way through this particular cookbook.
I’m going to tell you about getting back to work. Well, that I can actually tell you right now. Today was the second day; I left early for physical therapy and some sleep therapy (grin), and it was better. My knee didn’t swell as much today as it did yesterday, and it seems like I’m moving a little better. I’m still completely pooped, and only have to stay awake 2 hours and 35 minutes longer so I can harvest my crop and plant new ones because I’m doing a coop farming project in Farmville.
Yeah, you heard me: Farmville. I know I swore I wasn’t going to get sucked into it, but I had good reasons to start playing, and it’s actually kind of fun. I know Vanessa asked last year why anyone would play Farmville instead of getting outside and, oh, planting a garden or something. And I’ve been thinking about that. I’m really not in physical shape right now to do gardening, so I’ll keep doing it virtually for now.
I’m not going to tell you about the book I’m writing, except to tell you that I’m writing it. I kind of decided it was time to stop thinking of all the reasons I can’t do it yet, and just do it. It’s scary, because it’s a research-intensive project involving my literary idol, Geoffrey Chaucer. I’ve been idly researching ideas for the last five years or so, but haven’t dared do anything because I think that I can’t. But I can. I definitely can. (I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can) and thank you, Annie, for saying you know I can. I love you.
Despite being tired and sleepy and worn out, I feel good. And that’s a good way to feel.