post five

Another sunday. A week before the event. I was on his right at the last gasp as the ball bounced for the grand final, so maybe life is not all about the left. Last night I burned the midnight oil reading Mark Smith's book The Road to Winter. This morning I laid in bed till midday with a cup of decaf and a hot water bottle and finished it. Could not put it down. Excellent read. As it always is at the end of a good book I want to keep reading but the writer has finished, for the moment. The sequel next June, such a long time to wait. I began The Rosie Effect, a book I meant to read a long time ago and finally purchased a couple of weeks ago at the Geelong library where the author was talking about his new book, The Best of Adam Sharp, which I also bought!.. Anyway, The Rosie effect had me gripped for 60 pages, why have I not read this before... seems I will finish this one fairly quickly then have to get The Rosie Effect.
It is still sunday and the weather is like a disco outside the loungeroom window. Light, Bright, Yellow, Dark, Bluish, Showery, Sunny....seems it just cannot make up its mind. A bit like me today, till in jamies and only thinking of showering and dressing. Exercise should factor in there somewhere I know and so must art and cleaning the art room up somewhat so that it is a bit more user friendly, which it has not been like this long cold dark winter.