Been a bit sad and down lately. And I've let that sadness feed on itself making that lovely spiral. Trying to break out of it.
Have been reading The Guns of August by Barbara Tuchman, written in 1962. It's acknowledged as the best insight to the first month of WWI, and I have to say, it does not disappoint. Good read. But distressing. The amount of hubris and downright stupidity, refusing to look at the reality of situations, rather than the facts. And then to realize...nothing has really changed in the world. It makes me sad.
But, to get back to my point, I finished it today at lunch and started reading the newest Janet Evanovich (in the Stephanie Plum series). If you need something that is hilarious and light, any of these books are amazing, hilarious, ridiculous. I needed this break from WWI. Hope this will help lighten my mood.
Other news, Phryne dove into my water glass this morning for a bath and was completely soaked. Sat down with her under a towel to dry and warm her up. Knocks at the door, nobody there. Phryne still under the towel, I held her to my chest and stepped out, had a conversation with a guy who is marking utilities (long story, but mulch). Phryne was at first curious about the outside, so I uncovered her head while holding her to my chest, then she decided after a few minutes, this was a bit too much. So I covered her head until I went back inside. Outside was a bit too much for her. Also, will not do that again, ever.