Bookman and I have taken today and Tuesday off from work. Tomorrow (26th) is our wedding anniversary so we thought we’d do some celebrating, nothing fancy. After 19 years you realize you don’t need to do anything fancy. Just spending a couple days together doing the things we like to do is enough.

This morning was my coronation. The temporary crown was popped off and the permanent crown after much adjusting was fitted on and cemented down. The dentist didn’t even have to numb me up. This is not to say that the process didn’t hurt, only that the hurt was bearable and fairly short lived. Now I am officially a queen.

I had been hoping we could do some end-of-season gardening but the weather is windy and rainy and tomorrow even windier and rainier. Only appropriate really since on our wedding day it poured rain from the reception onward. We decided, therefore, that this afternoon warranted a trip to Barnes and Noble and Half Price Books. Somehow we managed to show remarkable restraint:

From B&N where we had a coupon for an extra 15% off, Bookman selected The Windup Girl and I chose The Children’s Book while we each eyed the other’s selection with plans to share.

At HPB Bookman scored a copy of The Passage in hardcover for only $10 while I discovered a like new copy of Night Train to Lisbon.

There are four additional books we bought at HPB that are not in the photo. They had volumes 3-6 of Virginia Woolf’s letters. I could not remember what volumes I had at home. I was sure I had all of her essays but only volumes 1-3 of the letters. Not wanting to risk the loss of such a find, we bought them all. When we got home Bookman went to go look at the library shelves. Guess what? I have all of them. It is the essays of which I only have three volumes. Silly me. But no problem. We saved the receipt and will take them back.

On a lark this afternoon since I just finished reading May Sarton’s The Small Room I started reading e.e. cummings’s The Enormous Room (mine is a nice, old Modern Library edition). Two very different books. Cummings is so far enjoyable.

I can hear the cold rain against the window. Time to go snuggle up and have a cozy reading evening.