Seven Down . . .

Sometime late Saturday night, after having bitched about not being able to read or write, I picked up a book and trapped myself in a big tub of sudsy warm water.
Sometime on Sunday, between vacuuming and dusting, I finished Susan Mallery's Sizzling, and breezy comtemporary romance, bringing the total books read for the 50 book challenge to 7. Last night, after tucking Sweetness and Light (aka the kids) into bed -- very early! -- I picked up Christopher Moore's Lamb. I'm only about 40 pages in, but so far, so funny.
I love Monday mornings -- probably the only person on the planet, I know -- and here I sit with three whole hours to myself. The question is,... do I squeeze in a bit of writing this morning, or glean inspiration from Mr. Moore's engaging use of sarcasm? Hmmm...
Or maybe I'll go get a pedicure.
Or make brownies. Mmmmmmm...