So Lent officially begins today and I am indifferent. I guess that goes along with my non-Catholic and almost non-Christian belief system. I was going to not smoke during the workweek, but have clearly changed my mind. Sometimes I feel as if I am the only educated smoker out there. Yes, I know it is bad for me. No, I do not like the way it makes me feel. Yes, I realize it is a disgusting habit that is obnoxious to others around me. Yes, I realize it is not good for any environment out there, my own or other people's spaces. No, I do not like that I become a litter bug on occasion when I am stuck with where to put the butt. Yes, I realize they are not recyclable and an earthy person would maybe not smoke. But I like it! I feel that my friend view me as so boring and strange already, that my disgusting little habit humanizes me in a way that I find appealing.
Okay, back to the books. I read a wonderful one on Monday. It was called Vanished Man, by Jeffery Deaver. This is the same author who wrote the Bone Collector. It features the same major characters in the same sort of crime series, but kept me interested in turning the pages long into the night. It seemed a little over-dramatic, but the good strong bones of the writing kept me interested even through the one rough patch. I would (and have) strongly recommend this book to anyone interested in the crime fiction family.
On the more granola -y side of things. Made my own tortillas for this week, and they only lasted until Tuesday. I guess that home made is better than store bought. I realize I may have to work on my technique, but the taste was fabulous, even if the size left something to be desired. ( and that was all me!)
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