This weekend I:
* Finished The Girl Who Played with Fire. As with the first book, once I was about a third of the way through, I was irresistibly drawn in. And talk about a huge cliffhanger! Now I can't wait to read the third novel and pestered my mom, who offered to give me her copy, into mailing it last Thursday via priority mail. It could arrive today . . . .
* Cleaned my apartment to Tori Amos's Little Earthquakes, well-suited to a gray Sunday. The album always brings back memories of college and a friend who likened the lyrics to poetry.
* Munched on mini macadamia shortbread cookies, included in a recent care package from my parents. You know you are loved when you've passed age thirty and still receive care packages.
* Caught up with Ellen by phone. We discussed, among other things, the hazards of chili ristras: poor Ellen discovered, upon witnessing the emergence of two tiny worms, that pantry moths apparently like dried chili peppers. She's my friend who shares a phobia against worms, but she handled the horrifying situation with aplomb.
P.S. An update I meant to include: Scratchy got adopted! At last, someone must have come along who appreciates a slightly grumpy, amply proportioned, strikingly colored kitty.