Sunday Salon: A whiff of fall

I woke up to a glorious COOL morning this morning (relatively anyway, like 59 degrees).  I was talking a little about this on Twitter this week, but back when I lived in Indiana, we would all be ready to hurl our bodies of the closest window right about February, when everything was dead and cold and ugly.  Down here in Florida, that type of depression comes for us about...now.  We're going on what?  Six months or so of heat and humidity, and we ache to open our windows, wear a sweater, not break a sweat as we walk out to get the mail.  We received nature's bounty this weekend and it came just in the nick of time, as always.  I'm sure the cool temps will be yanked away from us before long, but it is this first sign of fall that keeps us focused on the finish line (i.e. winter).

So we languished in our 80 degrees yesterday, at my son's football game, where his team beat the only undefeated team in the conference, 16-8.  Those last 8 points of ours came with 8 seconds left in the game.  Holy moly.  I about shoved my BFF off her bleacher and screamed until my throat blew up.  So that was good.

Earlier in the week, though, it was miserable.  I stayed inside, except to do some serious ER on my pool, and a sweaty golf game on Thursday.  Not much else was accomplished this past week, except for a hair cut and a happy hour Friday night.  If that counts.

What DID work this week was my reading.  I finished "Dominance" (finally) by Will Lavender, then attacked some shorter books.  I read "A Monster Calls" by Patrick Ness (completely devastated me), and "The Scrapbook of Frankie Pratt" by Caroline Preston (charming, cool cleverness).  I'm now about halfway through "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer, and I've decided I've never met a kid protagonist quite so mesmerizing.  Wow. I just sit there with my mouth hanging open. 

In audio land, I finished up the gobsmacker of all audios "The Snowman" by Jo Nesbo, and was pretty much blown away with the narration of Robin Sachs.  So blown away in fact that I immediately started "The Last Werewolf" which is narrated by him as well.  I'm not quite as taken with this second audio, even though many loved it.  But I could listen to Sachs recite the phone book, so there.  I even got a tweet back from Sachs during one of my gushings, which made me run around the house like my hair was on fire.  Why are narrators like rock stars to us audio addicts?  I'm a little embarrassed about it, but at the same time I can't help myself.  I also wrapped up "Loving Frank" by Nancy Horan for my book club next Tuesday.  That one made me just shake my head.  I have no clue what I'm going to say in that review.  Maybe my book club will help me resolve my emotions.

So what is up for today?  Church, horseback riding lessons, two birthday parties, and maybe perhaps a relaxing evening.  What is on your agenda for today?