Read all day yesterday–the cat (CAT!) is named Emerson. Enjoyed it. Talk about books choosing you; for the second time in a row there’s a shelf in the library where a book reaches out and grab s me, as these magical bookshop series did–but yesterday in the same spot on display was one of the Miss Julia series–never heard of it,and as I was in the mood for only light cozies, looked at it, set in the south, and one of the books was entitled, “Etta Mae’s Worst Bad-Luck Day.” So, I grabbed a few of the Miss Julia’s that turns out to be bestsellers.
Since 9 PM last night, I’ve been binge watching the “Mission Impossible” marathon shown for 24 hours to honor Martin Landau, God rest him, always loved, and loved, “Mission: Impossible” as a kid. The show was never the same after he and Barbara Bain, his wife, were fired because they stupidly held out for more money and thought the network would cave. The marathon is being shown on Decades, channel 133 if you have COX, and I have been enjoying, “The Chicken’s” mastery of disguises and accents in all of these Russian Cold War stories. Still watching it and will probably do so the rest of the day.
Lazy, lazy weekend. Yesterday afternoon as I read, it stormed for hours.