It hasn’t been the greatest week. It’s only fair to say, it hasn’t been the worst, but I’m glad it’s ending. Haven’t been feeling too perky.
Breezing through the Georgiana Rannoch books – currently on Naughty in Nice, the fifth in the series. Still enjoying them, though the boy crazy friend Belinda is beginning to wear a little thin. After this I’ll be caught up, having come in with Book 6, The Twelve Clues of Christmas. Suppose at that point I’ll have to return to more substantial reading fare. But I’ll worry about that when the time comes.
In the outside world, Patty Page died this week. R.I.P.
Here’s my favorite of her songs, “Old Cape Cod.”