Delirious with allergies! Cannot take medicine because there is a person inside of me! Finished with smutty fantasy novel, to the detriment of my sore, scratchy eyeballs! Took an unpaid day off from work hoping to recover, but the pollen blizzard has no cure! Would like to protect myself from the swirling yellow breeze but don't want to turn on terribly inefficient air conditioner! Toilet is gurgling ominously!
But I enjoyed finishing the novel, and slept until 10. My nightgown is more comfortable than whatever I would have worn to work, a nice cup of coffee has made my head ache a bit less, I haven't had to strain my voice to speak to any children who don't listen to me anyway, and the lethal breeze is very pleasant. The toilet is another matter but whenever it stops working I realize how much I appreciate it.
I don't know if I'll keep going with the rest of the Outlander series. I enjoyed the first one, but I don't know if continuing the binge will be as pleasant. (See post on coffee below.) As I was making my way to its shelf in the library, I passed the E section, from which George Eliot reproached me sternly. One of the books had her horsey old face on the spine, right there at eye-level. You haven't read Adam Bede, or The Mill on the Floss, or my translations of Nietzsche. Are you sure you have time for such utterly feminine frivolity? Are you really going to read a book that includes a CD recording of the Broadway musical? I told her that not all of us held to our aesthetic principles as naturally and easily as she did, but I can't say I walked away without a pang of guilt. Oh well, she was ugly, I decided in a base and savage moment. But I do love her, so I will return. But I won't apologize to her for reading Outlander because she didn't even exist when it was written so she doesn't get it.
What's another big fat novel, whether smutty or respectable, to enjoy during the next few weeks, if my eyes ever stop watering? Don't say Ulysses, or Recherches du Temps Perdu, and Tom Clancy is right out. I've already read Kristin Lavransdatter. I could do War and Peace again, or another George Eliot. But it doesn't have to be a Great Book. I don't mind if there's a bit of time travel and sex involved.