I organized my paperwork and have been reading on the sofa in the living room while the dog sleeps on a rug. An owl can be heard in the distance; probably the huge one I've seen during late night walks. I just finished Out of Africa which I enjoyed, partly because it was so different from the film. I've also delved into Diana West's The Death of the Grown-Up and tomorrow will focus on The Professional by Subroto Bagchi.
Since the Africa book is done, Memoirs of Hadrian by Yourcenar will be the new bedtime reading. I tried reading it years ago and set the novel aside not because it is poor but because it is very good and the time wasn't right to do the book justice. Mood and schedule now converge.
The neighborhood is very quiet. The heater just kicked on. Thanksgiving is coming. There is much to be thankful for.
Time to turn in.
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