Why does the weekend go by so quickly? I’ve been a bit busy; I had a webinar for class yesterday afternoon. Obviously, the big news on the East Coast was the freak “snowtober” we got yesterday, as well as the cold, so I spent all of yesterday indoors (with a brief 5-minute jaunt outside to go pick up my dry cleaning). I spent most of today indoors as well, working on an assignment for class, reading, and cleaning my apartment. The days are getting much, much shorter here, so I’m going to be thankful next week when we “fall back!” That way, I won't be walking to work in practical darkness!
I’ve read more than the usual this month: Testament of Youth, by Vera Brittain; The Ghost Stories of Edith Wharton; Company Parade, by Storm Jameson; Aspergirls, by Rudy Simone; The Way I See It, by Temple Grandin; Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons; Thinking in Pictures, by Temple Grandin; and Round About a Pound A Week, by Maud Pember Reeves.
I’m currently re-reading Wuthering Heights; a perfect book for this time of year. I recently met someone who absolutely hated it, but it’s a much more complicated novel than meets the eye. I’ve also been reading up a little bit on the Bronte sisters, and the more I read of what little was known of them, the more I see similarities between Emily and myself. The reclusiveness, the lack of friends, the long walks on the Yorkshire moors (though I’ve replaced Yorkshire with Philadelphia), the obsessiveness over a certain topics, and the fondness for animals—sister from another century?