Friday Thoughts

So I’ve been thinking . . . about nothing. Nada. Zilch. My brain is fried.

So I’ve been thinking . . . about nothing. Nada. Zilch. My brain is fried.

I have been working non-stop on a massive project with a client. It’s not anything super challenging or high-level; it’s high volume and on a super tight schedule. So we are working fast and furiously to move pages. Thus, the fried brain. It’s a wonder I can even write a sentence.

I plan on peeling my eyes from my computer screen for a little bit this weekend, getting some fresh air, tending to things that have been sitting all week, going to a concert, and possibly getting in a round a golf. What are your plans this weekend?

And another thing (or two or five) . . .

I’ve been reading . . . The Little Paris Bookshop. Just finished it last night. Despite the books flaws, I enjoyed the book.

So, what I liked about it: Easy, casual, not too mind-boggling read; love the idea of the power of books/reading/stories to heal; a few great lines that pack a punch. “We are loved if we love . . . Have you noticed most people will do anything it takes to be loved? Diet, rake in the money, wear scarlet underwear. If only they loved with the same energy . . . “ It’s those kind of lines that make me think beyond the book. And that’s a good thing.

What I didn’t like about it: The voice and behavior of the male protagonist (and any other male character) is not believable, and clearly sounds like a woman writing a guy. (The author is a woman.) When she does write from the woman’s perspective, it’s my least favorite part. It also alternates between moving really slowly to get from Point A to Point B but then all of a sudden leaps from Point C to Point Y.

I’ve been watching . . . Game of Thrones. Ok, is it just me or is everyone acting like Jon Snow COMING BACK FROM THE DEAD is no big thing? He’s back from the dead people. I’m impressed. Maybe no one else is.

The Hound. Who cares and why? Arya. WTF with her stupid storyline and the stupid fan theories all over the Internet. She’s the Waif, she’s wearing a face, she’s a zombie. All I know is there better a good reason for her spending all this time in training. Sansa. She’s turning out to be the smart one. God, help us, she may take it all. And, yet, I still love this show.

I’ve been listening to . . . Little Big Town’s “One of Those Days.” It’s my new morning wake-up song. Once I’m up and about, I crank it up and enjoy.

Have a wonderful weekend!

 

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