Saturday

After a while, you get so used to staying inside that you simply don't go out again. Given the insanely cold weather we're having, I was afraid of that happening, and I was afraid that if I let Betsy sit any longer, she wouldn't start.

So I finally dragged myself out of the house today (after bribing Hubby to start my car). The lure to get me out? The only thing that would work -- books.

I just picked up the latest issue of Cloth, Paper, Scissors, a movie tie-in copy of The Reader, and the trade paperback issue of Susanna Kearsley's most recent book, The Winter Sea.

I have had the hardcover version of The Winter Sea since Susanna sent it to me as a birthday gift back in March, but I haven't read it yet. Part of the reason is that I'm afraid of it getting beaten up in my bookbag, so I'm afraid to take it anywhere. Also, I find hardcovers a little awkward to handle while reading in bed, so those two reasons alone pretty much take care of it not being read.

Then there's the other, less practical reason. Because it's Susanna's most recent book, that means once I finish it, I will have to wait for another one to be published. I went through withdrawal before, in the years before Season of Storms came out, and it wasn't pretty. *grin*
So I'm sitting here at Starbucks drinking my Grande Signature Hot Chocolate, and planning to spend the rest of the day in bed with a good book.

On the way home, I'll likely pick up a lottery ticket, in the hopes of being able to spend all my future winter days at Indigo and Starbucks, and living in places with lots of heat and tunnels and metros, where you don't have to go outside in winter unless possessed by some foolhardy wish to do so.

Forgive me, Tim Horton. Life is Grande.