A post in which I share, perhaps, too much, mainly to see if my blog feed thingy is working, which I doubt.
Number of minutes spent today fiddling with blog feed thingy, and google searching "blog feed not working": at least 60.
Number of non-library books to be read: 85. (46 in the guest room/computer room, 3 put on the proper shelf because there is no rush (they are books by British historical fiction author Hester Burton found at my local used book store, for less money than I had book store credit--yay!), 39 in various attractive clusters in various rooms downstairs).
Number of books checked out from the library: 15. (All tremendously appetizing ones...I have just started Bruiser, by Neil Shusterman)
Number of books lost somewhere in the house: 1. This vexes me to pieces, because it is Inda, by Sherwood Smith, and I had almost finished it and was really enjoying it.
Number of books waiting to be reviewed: only 2 (that are relistically going to be writen about), which isn't bad at all.
Moving away from books--
Number of panes of glass in the sunroom that need to be reglazed ere the snows of winter fall: 144.
Number of glasses of milk my children need every hour: too many. (I suppose I could make them pour their own, but a gallon of milk is a heavy thing....and I am afraid of the probable consequences). I wish they would learn to sneak their own cookies off the top of the fridge, too, but no, they ask Mama. Sigh.
Number of times I will have been to the dentist this month: 3. And it is all because my best friend Stephanie's little sister caused me to knock my front teeth out in seventh grade. I will not be reading Smile. It would be too painful.
So anyway, I hope this feeds properly to all of you kind enough to care. As the old saying goes, let me know if you don't get this. I found, in my flailings of today, that unsubscribing and resubscribing seems to work...
(oh happiness--this small post is showing up at the two place I just visited (Three Turtles and Their Pet Librarian and Finding Wonderland. Phew).