Two weeks ago we had frost. A week ago it was a pleasant 65. This weekend it is hot (currently 87F) and humid (53% relative humidity – uncomfortable but not as bad as 70% which is not uncommon). Currently we are under a severe thunderstorm watch which means conditions are right for severe weather. Watches just mean pay attention to the weather especially if you are out and about. It’s the warnings that are bad. Warnings mean severe weather is happening and if the sirens go off in your neighborhood you need to take cover immediately. Only in Minnesota can you go from frost to hot and humid with the possibility of severe weather within the span of two weeks. Who says the Midwest isn’t exciting!

There was just rain Friday night and a regular thunderstorm Saturday morning followed by the humidity creeping up to the soupiness it is today. All this to say that even with schoolwork I have managed to have some lounging time with reading.

Perhaps it is a sign that I don’t get enough lounging and reading that I suffered from reader’s ADD. Friday night I climbed into bed around 7:30 planning only to stay up until about 9:30 when my Bookman would be returning home and he would need assistance with his MS injection. I read a little Carlyle. I started reading the introduction to Philoctetes by Sophocles. I read Hermione Lee’s Edith Wharton bio (yes I am still working my way through this chunkster). And I wrapped up the evening with some Rumi poetry.

Saturday there was a a bit more Carlyle. Then I had an entire hour reclining on my chaise with the cats and reading Oblomov. I’ve been enjoying it from an upright position on the train and while having lunch, but reading it while reclining is even more fun. I got the due date for it – June 21st – so I have a little less than a month to read it. During that month, however, I have a few vacation days scheduled.

Today I have read the rest of the introduction to Philoctetes and the beginning of the play. Like Ajax, this one also takes place during the Trojan War and has Odysseus in it. I know I am supposed to admire the guy and his cunning and strength but the more stories he shows up in the more I find him morally reprehensible. In addition to that I’ve been reading the Edith Wharton bio today.

It all feels a bit frantic when I look back on it, but in the midst of reading it has been marvelous. Not exactly rejuvenating, but there has been some definite restorativeness happening.

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