100 down, 61 to go

Today I read my 100th book of the 161 on the Science Fiction/Fantasy list. I took it with me while I did Christmas shopping on Bald Hill Road, Warwick, Rhode Island, because, as anyone who has ever shopped there knows, the traffic is something fierce. I picked the book I took on account of its short chapters--the lines at the red lights were long, but not so long as to allow for more than 4 minutes of good stopped time. Even so, I only got 28 pages read before I was where I wanted to be. And I'm not going to say which book it was, because I don't want anyone to think that just because I didn't save their book to read in the blessed hour I have to myself in the morning I didn't read it carefully. I will, however, say that tomorrow I am finally going to treat myself to Graceling, which I have been looking forward to for ages. And please let it be a morning when the boys sleep late...

And the nice man who is fixing the rotted front of our house has suggested that we might try to prime and paint all the new unrotten wood he has put up, if it gets warm enough, and there is still the sad business of the kitchen windows, which aren't back in (thank goodness for storm windows), and I have to do some more, rather important, Christmas shopping (a trip to the bookstore, which will be rather nice, and a trip to the toy store, to find out if the family of mice they have in stock can be undressed, because my youngest boy wants a mouse family but not with clothes), and so on...so my goal tomorrow is Graceling, and perhaps one other (and said youngest has just found me, and is meowing at me to come downstairs. Small sad kitten wants his Mama...).