I slept a good deal - perhaps three or three and a half hours - today, and when I would get up I would do dishes, trying to catch up from all those we used last night cooking that fantastic meal. I also read (Peter Duck, mostly - and I disagree with Amazon, I think it really should be read as the third in the series, otherwise it would be very confusing). And now I'm cooking another strange meal - garlic mashed potatoes, jalapeno chicken sausages and baked squash. Um, I can't remember what kind of squash it is. Butternut, I think, though the one we got was weirdly shapely - when
littleredhead saw it the other day she said we should sew little clothes for it. ;)
ETA: It's a shame I don't like squash.
ETA: It's a shame I don't like squash.
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I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you to read Peter Duck before Swallowdale...it really would make more sense that way, wouldn't it? But I do think it was written afterwards, oddly enough.
keep feeling better - do you think you're having some sort of allergies to all the perfumes and/or the acetone? I hope not, but I certainly apologize if it is...
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Saturday was great! :) And I was quite pleased that you got to Cunningham's, too, it being just about my favorite bookstore ever. Don't you think it could almost be Aziraphale's shop? I think she does live upstairs, too. Do you suppose she's an angel?
No, I DO think Peter Duck makes more sense read third. If I'd read it first and then been told at the beginning of "Swallowdale" that Peter Duck was just an imaginary character I would have felt so cheated. "What?? You mean that was all a dream?? But, but... Bill!!" Now it's okay, because I understand this story as being something they made up during their winter holiday. It doesn't tell you that at the beginning of this book. I'm bummed that Bill doesn't really exist in their universe... or will I find out later that he actually does?
And no, I don't think it's an allergic reaction the the acetone and perfume because the runny nose and sore throat set in during work, yesterday. I'm crossing my fingers that if I go to bed soon (oh, like right away, actually) and sleep a lot tonight I might feel fine tomorrow. Preventative measures don't usually work for me, but maybe they will this time.