I always take no for an answer.

Recently I started reading this new blog called www.motherhoodinnyc.com. She is one funny cat. She posted recently about her summer reading plan, or books she wants to read this summer, or something like that, and I read the post and then read the comments and created my own summer reading list (not like I needed the help, I love to read, but I'm totally down with broadening my horizons a little at a time, because any more than that and I'm going on strike.) Thus far, I have read some Edith Wharton (not as boring as I expected and frankly very well written). I also read A Fraction of the Whole, a novel by Steve Toltz, and it has me laughing out loud and also struggling to put it down. It is ridiculous on top of ridiculous, but also very poignant. Or something. I find it entertaining. I read The Host by Stephanie Meyer (the author of the Twilight series). This was supposed to be her first adult novel. But to be frank, I found it to be written more on a teenaged level with teenaged simplicity. Nevertheless, I liked the ideas, even though it was predictable.

On top of reading, I am still working on building my solo practice and wonder often during the day what level of insanity made me decide this was a good idea. Also, my couch smells like dog and like fritos. I suspect the frito smell is also a dog thing. I don't like it one bit.