After a busy week, I've spent a few quiet days, which I am happy about. I've puttered around, done some reading and stitching, and listened to podcasts and music. I'm grateful to not be injured, since the other day I slipped and landed on my backside in a muddy puddle. Then I couldn't get up and had to slide over to one of the large rocks that sit on either side of the lane at the bottom of the hill so I could hoist myself up. I'm sure that, to any potential onlooker, it was sitcom material. Fortunately, I landed on the most well-padded spot and did no damage to myself--just a bit of an ache due to the jolt, but that went away after a night of sleep.
I'm reading library books at the moment, but am looking forward to this one, which a friend found and gave me the other day.
I finished one library book yesterday and started the next one, which is about Mary Shelley, Virginia Woolf, Olive Schreiner, George Eliot, and the Bronte sisters. I want to be able to return it next week when we go to the library. After that, I'll be reading about medieval needlepoint. What a happy surprise!