1. Yelping with Cormac, a collection of reviews that are not written by Cormac MacCarthy. This review of Taco Bell is my favorite:
   

   The man said he had eaten a thing which he should not have and he could not move because the world was revealed to him in its evil and in its beauty. That if he moved he might fall into the sky and never return.

2. Rick Castle.

The weather has been just lovely here lately. We’ve been walking to the library and the playground, stopping along the way to pick up especially pretty leaves or to examine a flower or a bug or sometimes just a rock.

A very small amount of progress has been made around the house. Rockford put my plate display things on the wall over the weekend, and I ordered a loveseat from the internet. It arrived yesterday. It isn’t hideous, but I probably won’t order furniture online again. It’s smaller than I’d pictured it to be, and it’s much more blue than grey. But you can sit on it, and the living room was very much in need of something that fit that description.

Things I still need to do:

I know there are other things, but I keep getting distracted by the sounds of construction from next door, and by the breeze, and by the cat, and by paint samples. Which brings me to this: I’m having a hard time writing here lately. I’m hoping NaBloPoMo will pull me out of the writing funk. We’ll see.

I think I just wanted to put something up here that wasn’t a menu plan, even though I can’t really think of anything to say.