Happy Wednesday!!! Halfway through this bleak snowy week. Chicago is not being a fun city this week.
Reading: I am between books, which is terrible. I just finished the new Pineapple Port mystery, I still highly recommend the series to you (link here), very light and fun and quick. I skimmed The Blue Castle to remind myself of it before this Sunday (remember, read it and discuss!). And I just had a friend aggressively NOT recommend A Discovery of Witches to me because she stayed up all night reading and said I shouldn’t even start until I am on vacation.
Thinking: What can I do to make the weather less depressing? I got out my sunlamp and my humidifier and new essential oils thing, and I bought a really bright colored sunny puzzle to work on. And I am eating oranges at the rate of 3 a day. Is it time to actually try exercise?
Watching: Mostly doing true-crime terribleness still. There is a guy who started stealing from the Toys ‘r Us he managed to pay for his family’s new below ground pool. And my biggest question in this whole story, even bigger than “did you really need that pool?”, is how the heck he made $200,000 a year by reselling stolen children’s toys on the internet. Are they made of GOLD??? Oh, I also watched “Crisis Hotline: Veteran’s Press 1” because I was curious and it is riveting and amazing and makes you feel happy that there are people in the world who care that much and are that good at their jobs.
Listening: Gotta get in some SUNSHINE!!!! So, this song, from a movie I haven’t even seen, but which is just the sunniest happiest song ever.
Question for you: If you had to choose between overcast and cold and snowy or super super hot and humid or chilly and wet and rainy, which would you pick?
I think I would choose chilly wet and rainy first, because you can still sort of move around and function in the world. And then cold and snowy next because being outside is horrible but at least you can be cozy at home. And hot and humid last because somehow the heat and humidity follows you all the way home and you are never fully comfortable.
Follow up question: which of these instagram posts of The Rock with his daughter is the cutest?
Final question: should The Rock’s oldest daughter, the first 4th generation wrestler in the WWE marry Aryan, or should his youngest daughter (see above) marry AbRam? Or should the youngest daughter and AbRam cutely meet at the wedding of the older couple and fight and tease each other and then meet again years later and fall in love at first sight?