Saturday: Sickness and Nerd Alert

Ken Follet author of Fall of Giants

So, on Friday what started out as a woozy feeling morning ended up in a full blown terrible stomach illness that could have been caused by some rampant overeating that began at Zoe's cafe when I sat Young Sloan on the counter so that I could rifle through my handbag for my wallet (like a raccoon in a trash can, by the way). When I looked up, Ivan had taken one of the gigantic cookies by the cash register, opened it and stuck as much of it as possible into his mouth.  SO, I added that to my tab and as Sloan the Younger is completely satisfied by a cookie after one bite (why cannot I have this blessed blessed gift?), his mother was left to munch on it while we waited for our take out order, which I ate too much of and something did not sit well and Friday just devolved into calling in sick and spending pretty much the whole day in and out of a terrible stomach ache/ nausea coma.

We pretty much hung out in bed all day Friday, and I have to say that as feeling terrible goes, it was not my worst day.  This is largely because I was immersed in just about the only thing that could improve my churning stomach:  Fall of Giants.  It was so good.  I read and read and read and NEVER got tired of it.  I turned the last page today, and I was so sad to see it end.  It was the first in a trilogy, so I am now consumed by what will happen to Maud and her family.  There is no closure in a the first book of a trilogy. I mean you have to wait through three books before Frodo ever gets that blasted ring to Mordor, and I cannot imagine that the writer of a trilogy could really construct things any other possible way.

Anyway, Fall of Giants was approximately 1000 pages long, but it felt like 300 and I was sad to see it end. On to the fraught with meanness life of Cornelius Vanderbilt.

Saturday, I planned to run, but the rain was epic, and I would have had the jog stroller and it is one thing to get caught in a rainstorm when you are running on your own and a completely other thing to get caught in a rainstorm with the jog stroller.  I imagine that Hester Prynne bore less persecution than a mother who voluntarily soaks their child to the bone in a jog stroller.  I have been stopped and lectured TWO times when I inadvertently got caught in a rainstorm with the jog stroller. I mean, excuse me for living, as rainwater is so the number one killer of toddlers.

So, all this to say that I have had three days off.  It is what it is.  I am running and swimming tomorrow.

Nerd Alert PS:  I just looked up Ken Follet's (Fall of Giants) website and guess what he is reading RIGHT NOW: Wolf Hall!!!  I just ordered it from amazon last week as it is a New Yorker must read and it is sitting on my bedside table.  Ken and I have so much in common!!