Blah blah blah [Please make sure you read this next line with a huge dollop of sarcasm.]
OMG. I love this lit class.

Last night, I interrupted Chris’s weightlifting session to read to him a paragraph – all one sentence – from one of my readings. It was a letter from Thomas Jefferson to another of our founding fathers. It went on and on, this sentence, and basically, well, wasn’t English. Or, more honestly, it was English meant for individuals whose comprehension is much better than mine. It just sounds like, “Blah blah blah blah.” Chris agreed, but reminded me: We've all had to do it!

Right now, I’m listening to a reading of “The Fall of the House of Usher” which I gave up on reading most of the way through the other night. It also goes something like this: “Blah blah blah blah.” Let me give you a taste of what’s on right now: “An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring for ever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which grew, touch by touch, into vagueness at which I shuddered the more thrillingly...” Like I said, this stuff is meant for folks much smarter than myself. Or more, like, boring.

Anyway.

Today is so a day for the pool – bright and sunny and HOT. But alas, I work for a living, so when I went home to feed the kittens at lunchtime, I decided to let the dogs enjoy it at least. I threw each in one by one, then gave them bones for tolerating this love disguised as cruelty. Ahh, I’m so jealous.  ¶ 2:31 PM