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Oh, my. My computer and I were both blindsided by viruses at the same time. While my laptop languished for a week at the techie hospital, I languished on the chaise lounge.
The Polar Ice Caps that seem to be hovering over the region and the blowing snow didn't help my frame of mind. I did manage to push though and fulfill a couple of commitments but keeping up an entry a day on 'Belle, Book, and Candle' fell by the wayside.
I wish I could report that I read many books this past week, but sadly that has not been the case. I did finish Once Upon a Timepiece by Starr Wood which I really enjoyed and will write about another time.
I managed to read a chapter or two in The Bully Pulpit about Theodore Roosevelt and William Howard Taft. Said chapters are quite long and so filled with information that after finishing one I feel as if I have read a book.
There were a couple of free mysteries on my Kindle which once begun were quickly abandoned as they didn't hold my interest. So, I returned to the tried and true detective adventures of Peter Diamond in Upon a Dark Night. Author Peter Lovesey never fails to sweep me away with his tales of Bath, England and the criminal goings-on there.
My laptop is back where it belongs...on my lap. I am slowly coming back to life myself and hope to get in the swing of things shortly. If you, dear reader, have left me a comment I plan on catching up with you over this weekend.
Belle, Glad you are feeling better, I figured you were felled by a bug of some variety. Most people think that having a cold/flu or whatever keeps one under the blanket, must translate into lots of reading, but I for one invariably have eyes that only wish to be closed when in that languor.
ReplyDeleteKeep well!
Thanks, Tullik. I can't seem to concentrate when I am ailing either. That's too bad as being laid up for a while would seem to be the perfect time to catch up on reading. Mostly I nap or stare into space.
DeleteWelcome back! I was hoping you had not fallen ill, Belle; and am now glad to know you, and your laptop, are doing much better.
ReplyDeleteActually, my own computer is having a tantrum of its own. It may be time to replace it, as I can't get into my email, though I can read and surf the net and blog. Phew. Life was simpler, it seems, before so many modern conveniences.
Thank you, Penny, I am sure that the only technological mishap that Our Miss Dorcas ever had was if her postal scale was out of whack! I always think computers should last forever, but unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case.
DeleteOh, Belle, I'm sorry you (and your laptop) have been under the weather. You know you're sick when you don't feel much like reading. At least you were able to find someone to distract you eventually. Please take care of yourself and we'll be waiting for you when you come back.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy. I guess if one of us - me or the computer - had to be in hospital, I am glad it wasn't me. The healing properties of soup and tea and naps are amazing. And cheaper than the techie bill!
DeleteI wondered about you and am sorry to hear you were under the weather, and your computer also! No fun in either case. Glad you are both back!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joyce. I guess if we had to be 'sick' it was best to be ailing at the same time. I hope that is it for the year!
DeleteFor a lover of books there can be no other sick bed than a chaise. But I do hope you recover your spring quickly. Nothing worse than feeling as if even reading doesn't help.
ReplyDeleteYes, Vicki, the chaise is my nearest and dearest friend. It is great for napping or just lounging and staring into space. And it is nice to have somewhere other to rest than the 'sick bed'.
DeleteBelle, I am glad to see you Sorry you were sick, and if any reading gets done then it's a wonder, so glad you found a Lovesey mystery. The Roosevelt biography sounds awfully involved for a sick person!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kat. The Roosevelt/Taft book is quite fascinating but I could only read a page or two at a time before my eyelids started to droop. Not due to the writing, but the ailing of mind and body!
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