“I’m sorry,” I replied miserably to a customer, “I’m reading a new book and it’s affecting my mood.”

I finished said book late this morning. It’s pretty much all I can think about, and now I’m onto the next one in the series. But, not before forcing myself to wait three hours while I knotted some more strings on a quilt I’m going to owe Sharon this weekend.

In fact, I didn’t dog-ear anything until I paused at page 216 to get icecream for dinner (and write this blog).

I should mention, one of my crabs died and I discovered it today. It was my new female. I’m going to attribute it to PPS (post purchase shock… or syndrome?) which is what all the crab-heads talk about. It’s too bad. I hadn’t given her a name yet, but she was nice and blue.

I kind of think I’m going to be an unpleasant person to be around for a year or so after I finish these books. Maybe that’s why I stopped reading. And going to movies.