A woman of a certain age who has three cats underfoot, and has the dream of filling her passport with stamps. Books, classical music, tea, cats, movies, art, fancy needlework, and anything else I can think of.
This has been a week full of white nights and books. Most of it is hinging on the fact that on Tuesday, I received an email from one of my half-siblings that my natural father had died. I did not know him, we had never met, and only spoken once on the phone. I'll be honest here, growing up without a parent sucks. So it's been a week with a lot of turmoil. To be honest, I wish that I could just go away for a week or two -- preferably by cruise ship, I love traveling that way -- everything is taken care of, and no worries.
Reading right now I am using as distraction therapy. It keeps me from mulling over things too much.