I haven't finished any books recently to review, and this weekend I didn't have time to read much at all, because I worked at the Festival of Legends all weekend, 9-6 both days. Saturday was gorgeous, Sunday was horrid and cold and raining. I started Without a Summer last night, though, and I didn't want to stop reading so I could go to bed, which is good.
I can't believe it's almost May. The weather is like March. This is ridiculous. (Or, as I said to Ben this morning, "I can't believe it's almost April. Wait, I mean May.") It was 80 degrees a week or two ago, and now I have the heat on again. But the mint I have growing in a pot on my deck is very happy with this weather.
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