So I decided that I could, in fact, have Futzingday on a Thursday and that it will commence the moment I return from my appointments.
My library book this week has completely captivated me and I had a rather happy realization when I went to search out information on the author. The book title is "Chicago: A Novel" and the author is Brian Doyle. I am simply in love with the writing in this book...lyrical, whimsical, lovely, evocative. As I was reading it last night I kept thinking that it was reminding me of something and when I discovered that Mr. Doyle is a Notre Dame grad and has written several essays and other books, I remembered that I had actually fallen in love with his stuff years ago in Notre Dame Magazine. So now I will search out everything he's written and I'll savor every single solitary word of it.
(That, by the way, is why I am too chickenspit to attempt a book of my own. When I read words like his and how he puts them together and how he tells a story I am reminded that I am a reader, not a writer, and I get on with it. Yes...I love to play with this here blog and my sillyness in NN, but it's just that...play. Methinks I should leave the heavy lifting to the big boys!)
Well, I don't suppose my hair is going to wash itself, and I don't imagine that the lovely folks at Nephrology Inc would appreciate me in my big girl pajamas, so I better get a move on. I hope that you have your very own Futzingday on a Thursday and that you'll tell us all about it!