Today

I started reading

Harry Potter

for the very first time

except for the first few chapters of the fifth book

which I read in the car

in South Africa when there was nothing else.

I know.

It’s about time.

But I think the timing is perfect.

Hogwarts,

here I come.

(P.S. Everyone reader should have a friend

who is a librarian

or is studying to be one

because they hand you books.

Perfect books.)

Currently feeling disjointed, tired, and happy. So I will write a disjointed, tired, happy blog post. Okay?

I just finished East of Eden. It was wonderful. And my stomach is full of a nice homemade pizza with fresh spinach. I have been delighted by the fresh greens at the market. Delighted.

The other night, I was having trouble sleeping, so I picked up my iPod and listened to some music like I used to do as a girl to soothe me to sleep (of course, it was a cd player, then).

Hello, friends!

Adam and I got back last night from a trip out to Nebraska and Kansas.

My favorite food this week: Blue Marble Dairy’s Drinkable Yogurt. Poured over granola or by the glass, I’ve never had yogurt quite so wonderful. And there is something satisfying about taking the cold glass jug from the fridge. I urge Madisonians to take a quart home (you can buy it at the Eastside Market and the Willy Street Co-op).

My favorite song this week: With my dear friend embarking on the sweet start of wedding planning, I have been listening to this song a lot.

My favorite pastime of the week: Reading. I have found myself swimming in an abundance of good books. East of Eden. Dorothy Day: Selected Writing. Guns, Germs, and Steel. The Prophetic Imagination. I like them all so much, I am breaking my two at a time rule and trying to read them all at once. Totally worth it.

My favorite daydream of the week: Turning that house into something wonderful and sitting in the backyard in the summer.

My favorite nighttime dream of the week: A beautiful baby.

Feeling a bit anxious after our most recent house-hunting endeavors, I took a long shower and tucked myself into bed for a long reading spell.

…sixteen weeks along, that is.

This spring is a beautiful one.

Sally* comes into the shop every day and orders the same drink.

I hadn’t been quite myself.