I finished Summer in the City last night. It was a cute, fun read, though the ending dragged on a bit too long. There were several moments where I thought it was wrapping up, only for the author to add more drama and stretch things out. The main character frustrated me at times—her pride and overly dramatic reactions pulled me out of the story a little. Still, it was witty and enjoyable overall. I ended up giving it four stars on Goodreads.
This morning, Kel went into the city with Tommy. He’s at work, but I can’t remember what Kel said she was planning to do. Everyone else is up now and eating breakfast. It’s tough sitting here with the smell of food while I’m intermittent fasting. I’ve got a few more hours until lunch, but I’ll manage.
This weekend we’re celebrating two birthdays—one for a friend on Saturday and Chris’s on Sunday. I think I mentioned that earlier. Monday is Labor Day, so everyone will be off, except Kel. She has to work part of the day, which really sucks. I don’t even know what she’ll be doing, since making calls on a holiday doesn’t make much sense.
Sometimes I sit down to write and nothing comes to mind. I want to write, I feel like writing, but my brain feels foggy. The words don’t line up the way I want them to. Still, I remind myself that writing doesn’t always need to be perfect or profound—it can just be a way to clear the fog and see what appears on the page. But for today, the fog doesn’t appear to be clearing.
I finally got around to putting clothes away today. I was thinking I should’ve done laundry too, since the weekend will be busy, but maybe I’ll just save that for Monday. I’m going to make myself a cup of hot tea and wrap up my coding for the day.
