Sleepy Morning

I really struggled with getting out of bed this morning. It was so nice and cozy, and I was sleepy, and comfortable . . . Oh, well. Maybe sometime I'll give myself a staycation day that is mostly laying in bed, but today is not that day. Today is yoga, lunch with an old neighbor, some cleaning, maybe some writing, and maybe a movie.
(By the way, I tried to get here earlier this week. I really did. But it was another one of those weeks when everything that landed on my desk was urgent, and that does not leave a lot of time for things like blogging.)
That concert I went to last week? It was Emmylou Harris, Patty Griffin, and Shawn Colvin. At the Beacon Theatre. Gorgeous, gorgeous music. Just . . . amazing. I went with a good friend from work, and we were both utterly absorbed in the music the whole time. I need more music like that in my life. Really, if you're not familiar with their work, run out and get some!
Books: I was mistaken last time. I've read SIX books as of the last blog post, not FIVE. Only now I've read two more. First, The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield. It was lovely. Lush writing, a twisty plot, interesting characters. High recommended. I was quite surprised by some of the things that happened in it, some of the paths the plot went down. But. This book deals with the nature of the relationship between twins. And I disagreed with it quite a bit. One character talks about losing her twin in terms of being an amputee. Two halves of a whole and all that. And being a twin, I beg to differ. Of course, if I lost my twin, I'd be devastated. Just like I'd be devastated if I lost my younger sister. Or one of my parents. But I wouldn't feel like part of me was missing. Does that make sense? Just because you share a birth with someone doesn't mean you're any more a part of each other than any family member is, and I get tired of seeing twin relationships represented this way in literature. However, that aside, this book really is beautiful, and you should all give it a try.
Second, Rumors, the sequel to Luxe, by Anna Godbersen. Again, so much fun! Drama, teen angst, love affairs, all set in the beauty of 1899 Manhattan! She stepped it up a bit this time. Now there's coercion, blackmail, and death involved. It's lots of fun, total guilty pleasure reading! And the descriptions of the dresses are divine. . . .
Oh, no! I just realized what time it is. Time for me to run. I've got to leave the house in half an hour for yoga and haven't taken a shower or anything yet. Have a good weekend, all!