A few weeks ago, as I reached to hug one of my kids who had just pulled in the driveway, it occurred to me that I was about to touch someone other than Cal for the first time in four and a half months. Which is so weird. After serious two-week quarantines by our five separate pods, all fifteen of us were headed to the Florida panhandle to quarantine together. No eating out this year, and only a masked few left the house to pick up takeout. We ate lots of yummy blackened grouper sandwiches with onion and avocado… It was so amazing to hang out with people and see the ocean that I didn’t open my computer for a week—I don’t think that has happened since the invention of laptops.
Today is a rainy day in Columbus. I’m in my study with a candle flickering on my desk and the soft whir of a fan on my back. Out the window, green leaves everywhere. As we begin the last week of August, we’re inching our way toward my favorite time of year—fall and winter.
When I was in third grade, I started writing down each book I read on an index card, and I kept the cards in one of those plastic file boxes like my grandmother used for recipes. At some point, I threw the little box away, but I wish I still had it. In 1999, I revived the concept and have been keeping a list ever since. When I started Catching Days back in September of 2008, my reading list went online too. You can find it here
. And if you ever want to know what I thought of a book or if you’d like a book recommendation, just shoot me an email.