Potatoes au gratin bubbling in the oven. I love gruyere cheese a lot.

Brian is home, relaxing in the office with his video game. Today we slept in late and then after breakfast went downtown for coffee and personal projects at the cafe. I’ve been working on my book this weekend.

Started reading “You Can’t Go Home Again” today. Waiting to get hooked, 35 pages in. So far it seems to be about this prick writer in New York whose method consists of a lot of neurotic behavior. Because he’s a *tortured artist* and the writing process requires a lot of cigarettes and booze and insanity. He is also apparently obsessed with being famous and rich through the publication of his brilliant novels. Insert eyeroll.

Anyway, I’m giving it another fifty pages to convince me to stick it out for the whole seven hundred.

The book I finished yesterday, “Small Town Odds,” ended up being pretty good. A nice little story, fast-moving, engaging, believable, and kept me reading. And you know, that is all a book ever needs. You can throw pretension and impressive ten-dollar words out the window when you have an excellent story, imo.

Baseball game is on in the background. I can’t believe Bobby Kielty is going to luck himself into a World Series ring.